Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 730:

Both Bobby and Jett were left battered and bleeding. Bobby’s white shirt was now streaked with crimson, the fabric clinging to his side where blood had soaked through. Jett fared no better. His swollen eye was nearly shut from Bobby’s relentless punches, and his breathing was ragged. Panic gripped Fannie as she fumbled to call for an ambulance, her hands trembling.

Just then, Jett grabbed an ashtray and charged at Bobby again. Out of the corner of her eye, Fannie saw the sudden movement. Without thinking, she stepped in front of Bobby, her instincts overriding reason.

Bobby’s expression twisted in horror. “No!” he shouted, reaching to pull her back, but he was too late.

The ashtray came down with a sickening thud, striking Fannie’s head. Her body crumpled instantly, and her eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t open them again.

“Fifi!” Bobby cried out, his voice breaking as he caught her limp body in his arms.

Jett froze, his face paling as the ashtray slipped from his fingers. He had been so blinded by rage that he hadn’t realized what he’d done until the collective gasps of those around him pierced the air.

“Fifi… Fifi!” Jett’s voice cracked, disbelief and horror etched into his features.

Bobby scooped Fannie into his arms and rushed out. Waiting for the ambulance wasn’t an option. The hospital was close, and the onlookers sprang into action, pressing the elevator button and notifying hospital staff to prepare for their arrival.

Inside the elevator, Fannie’s blood mixed with Bobby’s on the floor. Bobby was drowning in regret. He cursed his sharp tongue for provoking Jett and blamed himself for Fannie’s pain.

Fannie had overestimated her own strength, stepping in to protect him from the ashtray. The image of her hurt was far more agonizing than any of his own injuries.

At the hospital, Fannie was rushed into the operating room, and Bobby collapsed into a chair in the hallway, his legs trembling with anxiety.

Jett arrived shortly after, his face pale. “How’s Fifi?”

Bobby’s fury ignited at once. “How dare you ask that? Are your eyes just decorations? Didn’t you see it was her?”

Jett’s expression tightened as he shoved Bobby aside. “You’re not needed here. I’ll call her family. You should leave!” But this time, Bobby kept his composure. “No. You’re the one who should leave.”

Jett glared at him, his jaw clenched as tension crackled in the air between them. Before the situation could escalate, Dulce arrived and stepped between them. “Jett, let’s wait until Fannie comes out to talk. Come on, let’s get your wounds taken care of first.”

After his wounds were bandaged, Jett returned to the operating room door and sank into a chair, his head hanging low with guilt. Dulce sighed. “Jett, you nearly caused a tragedy today.”

“I know,” Jett admitted quietly, his voice thick with regret. “I was too impulsive.”

Dulce couldn’t stand seeing her brother so despondent. She gave his shoulder a gentle pat, her tone comforting. “Fannie won’t hold it against you. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jett replied, his throat tight with emotion. And knowing that only made the guilt heavier. No matter what he did, Fannie always treated him with polite indifference, never letting anything he said or did truly affect her.

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