The Heart Left Behind (Cole and Yvonne) novel Chapter 145

I eyed Yvonne as she questioned me with a timid yet accusing voice. For some reason, I found it quite laughable.

"Did you forget my words? I said I wouldn't fight for custody as long as you raised Xavier well."

"I am raising him well."

"What's well about it?"

Xavier had just gotten slightly better than the first time I met him.

"You nearly got Jonas killed today." Jonas might not even be alive if it hadn't been for Lorraine.

Yvonne lowered her head in guilt. Her cheeks flushed red, and tears came streaming down her cheeks.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't know Jonas would follow that person."

"Even up till this point, you're still trying to make excuses for yourself!" I snapped as anger surged through me, turning my face pale. As I pushed myself up, pain radiated from the injury on my left.

I could even taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Fury was probably what raised blood to my throat.

"Jonas is just a child! What do you take him for, an adult?" I wanted to tear her apart so badly, but that might not even be enough to quell the burning hatred in my heart. "Yvonne, have you ever considered the trauma Jonas would feel after the incident?"

Jonas wasn't in a good mental state to begin with, and this incident would only make things worse.

"I-I had no idea this would happen. I…" Yvonne covered her face with both hands, and her shoulders trembled as she cried. Her sobs filled the quiet ward.

Instead of feeling sorry for her, I felt disgusted. "Don't come to me crying. Who are you trying to fool?"

Seeing she had no intention to leave, I pressed the call button by the bed. The nurse soon arrived and frowned at the scene in the ward.

I chuckled coldly and gave her a similar response. "Let's see what you're capable of, then. I'm determined to fight for his custody."

I couldn't leave Xavier with someone like her. Forget about Xavier's safety; her indifference alone would only make him more distant and cold.

"I won't give up either," I called out to her as the door opened. And I couldn't resist adding one last sentence, "You should thank Lorraine. You wouldn't have had the chance to talk to me if not for her."

That was because I would've sent her to jail, just like I did with Jared.

Her hand on the handle of the door tightened. She knew me well enough to guess what I meant.

Once she left, Lorraine walked into the ward. Her face was full of worry as she stared at my injuries in a daze. "Are you feeling unwell? If you are, make sure to tell the doctor."

"Don't worry about it. They're all just minor injuries." I smiled, genuinely unbothered by the wounds.