Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Amelia visited Naomi again in the evening. Sean did not accompany her this time. Judging fr

Amelia’s expression, Naomi assumed that they had another argument. She decided against asking Amelia about it as she looked clearly unamused.

As time passed slowly and night fell, Naomi looked at the clock. Around 9 p.m., she suggested that Amelia head back home and rest.

Tomorrow, Amelia would have to leave, and she was indeed very busy. Taking a whole day to see her was a rare luxury.

Amelia declined. She wanted to stay and watch over her. However, Donna immediately disagreed.

Right after saying this, Amelia’s phone rang. She had to head back to the hotel to retrieve her notebook for work. Helplessly, Amelia had to leave.

Charles also looked at the time. Not long after Amelia left, he took Dean back to the hotel to rest. With that, the lively hospital room quickly became quiet, leaving only Naomi and Donna.

After holding back the words in her heart all day, Donna finally found herself asking the burning question. “Naomi…what’s the story behind your divorce with Scott?”

With the door of the hospital room closed, Donna sat at the bedside, her face full of concern.

Naomi knew she could not avoid this conversation. After thinking for a moment, she said, “They knew each other before, but I don’t know the specifics of their relationship. However, I can assure you that during the time Scott and I were married, he didn’t have any extramarital affairs. He’s not that kind of person.”

Three years. She had a certain understanding of him. Despite rarely seeing each other, she believed he was not that kind of person. The family upbringing in the Lawson household could not produce such a

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Donna furrowed her brow, remaining silent. Clearly, Naomi had not revealed everything to her, and she was well aware of that. She knew that by asking this, she was almost reopening her daughter’s wound, adding another scar.

She could not ask more than this. Continuing to inquire would only make her daughter feel worse. Nonetheless, thinking about her daughter spending these three years alone outside, living a life of unimaginable hardship, she felt an overwhelming sense of heartache and regret.

Regret flooded Naomi as she gazed at Donna’s happy expression. The gradually reddening smile that surfaced on her face–Naomi moved closer and hugged Donna.

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“Mom, maybe you guys think I’ve endured a lot of grievances in these three years, and I haven’t been happy. But for me, these three years have been good.

“Mrs. Lawson didn’t trouble me, and Grandma always protected me. Although Scott often worked outside, he never wronged me. I think that’s good enough. Now that he and I are divorced, we’re both

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starting anew. I don’t want to be entangled with the past anymore. You and Dad don’t need to worry. Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

Hearing her calmly spoken words, Donna almost could not hold back her tears. Words might brush over the surface, but who could truly comprehend the pain within?

“Alright. I trust that you’ll be alright. We’ll have a better life in the future; your father and I both believe this. We won’t talk about it anymore. Let’s not discuss it.”

Naomi gently patted Donna and smiled warmly. She never felt wronged.

Contentment was true happiness, and that had been her belief for many years.

The night sky darkened even more at 9 p.m., and the city’s bustles slowly faded away. Donna’s emotions stabilized.

Donna picked up her phone to check the time, only to discover that it was out of battery. She searched for a charger, realizing she had left it behind.

“I need to buy a charger.

In theory, running out of battery for one night would not matter, but she feared not being able to contact Dean in case something happened. Retrieving it from the hotel later at this hour would be troublesome, and asking them to bring it over would be even more inconvenient.

Thus, buying a new one seemed more practical.

Naomi suggested, “Check if my phone still has charge. If it does, you don’t have to buy a charger.”

Donna nodded, took Naomi’s phone, and saw it had some charge left. It was in the red zone, indicating very little battery.

“It’s almost out of battery. I’ll go buy one. Do you need anything right now? Want some water? Do you need to use the restroom?”