Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 619

Wiona stared at the card. The words scrawled across it were meant for her kids, and something cold and angry twisted in her chest.

Whoever was behind this, she and Conrad would find them. There was no way they’d let someone threaten their family and get away with it.

Conrad was silent for a few seconds on the phone. Then he just said, “Give me a second.” Not even a question, just that, and the line went dead.

Wiona gripped the crib rail, her breathing shaky. Devin had to be dead. There was no faking what they’d found, and even if he somehow survived that fall, no one could survive their body being so broken and scattered like that. So this Eason, whoever he was, probably worked for Devin. He was the one stirring up trouble now.

Her thoughts spun until she barely noticed the sweat gathering on her forehead. It wasn’t until Annette came in that she realized how tense she was.

“Wiona, what’s going on with you?” Annette’s voice was gentle as she picked up a handkerchief and wiped Wiona’s forehead. Wiona blinked, snapping out of her thoughts.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“Why’d you come upstairs? I hope I didn’t wreck everyone’s mood.”

Annette smiled a little. “After you left, no one could keep having fun. Did something happen? You seem upset.”

“Don’t keep things from me, okay? Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. You hear me?” She gave Wiona a worried look. “Conrad didn’t do anything, right? If he upset you, just know I’m always on your side.”

Wiona couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You don’t have to worry about that. Conrad’s been really good to me. Honestly.”

“You know your son, don’t you?”

Annette hesitated. “I used to think so. But now? That stubborn, thick-skinned son of mine… I know I messed up before, and I’ve tried to do better. But he still keeps his distance.”

She sighed. “Maybe I just need to count on my grandsons. Maybe when they grow up, they’ll treat their grandma better.”

Wiona squeezed Annette’s shoulder. “Give it time, Mom. You two were at odds for so long. You know how Conrad is, he just takes a while to warm up.”

“Honestly, I think he’s already forgiven you deep down.”

It was true. The damage ran deep and healing took time. Even if Conrad had moved on in his heart, it was still a process. He wasn’t like his sister Alice, who could let go so easily.

But at least things were getting better.

They spent a little more time playing with the babies. Once the twins were finally asleep, Wiona and Annette slipped out to their own rooms.

The next morning, Wiona was still lost in a dream when she felt someone kissing her awake.

She blinked, half-asleep, and saw Conrad.

Once he’d had his fill of kisses, Conrad’s tone turned serious. “About that package yesterday… I checked with Phil. The sender’s address was in South America. By the time we got someone there, the place was empty. No clues left at all.”

Wiona’s face hardened. “Is it Devin’s people?”

“This time it was a finger. Who knows what they’ll send next? Devin just won’t let us go, even after death. It’s disgusting.”

Conrad stroked her hair. “From now on, be extra careful with any packages. Always check before opening.”

“Let me see the card,” he said.

Wiona pulled it out of her nightstand and handed it over.

As Conrad read the words meant for her and the children, a dark anger flashed in his eyes. The card seemed to enrage him even more than the severed finger.

“They’re asking for trouble,” he muttered, coming close to crushing the card in his fist. Then, as if something clicked in his mind, he stood up suddenly and strode out.

Wiona could tell he’d thought of something important and hurried to get out of bed.

After she washed up and headed downstairs, she saw Conrad and Annette at the study door, voices raised, both looking tense and fired up.