Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1463 No Resentment

With that in mind, Raeleigh refused Jepherson. Xanthus said, "If you're not going to the company, what are your plans?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "No plans."

"Since you're free, let's go out for lunch," Xanthus said as he glanced at the time. Jacky had been here for some time. Seeing they were heading out for a meal, he glanced at Santiago. "Are you going back with me or staying?"

"I'm staying," Santiago said as he lay on the sofa. He was also a patient; it didn't matter where he went.

And just like that, Jacky left. After he was gone, Santiago stood up and looked at Xanthus. "I want to take a shower."

Xanthus looked at him. "And you want me to help?"

"Am I supposed to ask Raeleigh then?" Santiago said, amused. He took off his clothes as he went to the bathroom downstairs, not forgetting to tell Raeleigh, "I need a change of clothes."

And off she went. With that, Xanthus could only follow Santiago to the bathroom and assist him.

As Raeleigh took Santiago's clothes to the bathroom, someone rang the doorbell when she was about to knock on the door. She thought it was Jepherson, but the visitor had caught her by surprise when she opened the door.

Flynt Cole?

Flynt's face was pallid, looking ill. She hesitated for a moment before she turned to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

Xanthus opened the door, wearing a bathrobe. Raeleigh was afraid that it was Santiago, so she didn't dare look until the door opened and someone spoke.

Xanthus came out and said, "Leave the clothes at the door. I'll get them later."

Raeleigh said, "Flynt is here; he is at the door. He didn't bring anyone with him."

Xanthus glanced at the front door, then back at Santiago, who was still showering. "Alright, we'll come out in a sec."

He then closed the door and told Santiago. "Flynt's outside; come out when you're done."

Santiago still couldn't take a bath on his own; it was Xanthus who bathed him. When he heard Flynt had come, he turned around with a cold and arrogant face.

"Is he here to seek death?" Santiago strode out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He changed his clothes at the bathroom door and dried his hair as he looked at Raeleigh. "Nervous?"

Raeleigh shook her head. "No, curious. What happened to his arm?"

The corner of Santiago's mouth twitched. He thought Jepherson sure was ruthless, but how come no one told him.

"How would I know?" With that, he strode to the front door. Raeleigh hadn't a clue what he said to Flynt, but he was driven right out in a matter of minutes. By the time she got to the door, Flynt had already returned to his car.

She stared at Flynt, who never drove off or got out of the car before turning to Santiago by her side, asking, "What did you say to him?"

"I told him not to come again."

"That's it?" Raeleigh asked in disbelief.

"What else do you want me to say?"

Amused, he pulled Raeleigh inside. Closing the door, he glanced at Xanthus and went to his room upstairs.

After closing the door, Santiago went to the window to take a look and called Jepherson.

"Flynt came."

Jepherson was in a meeting right then. Hearing Santiago's words, he raised his hand and motioned for the meeting to stop. He left his seat and strode out to the corridor, stopping at a window, asking, "What did he say?"

"He wants to work with us." Santiago drew the curtain and looked at Flynt in the car. He had never seen the driver before; he didn't look like a local.

"Work with us?"

Jepherson thought it was amusing. "He still wants to work with us when I tore off one of his arms?"

"That's what he said, but it didn't seem like he came for me."

"Protect Raeleigh and Xanthus; I'll send more men over to you. You're still injured; don't be reckless."

"I know; I'll be fine."

After that, Jepherson hung up and made a call to Zorion.

"Send someone to protect Santiago and Raeleigh. If Flynt dares to take action, don't hold back."

Jepherson put his phone away and turned to look at the people standing not far away. He stepped back into the conference room and continued the meeting.

Brooklyn had been in a good mood lately. While he was drinking water on his bed, he was informed Elina was at the door.

Ronard directed his gaze at the door and knew she was here because of Flynt. But seeing the old master now would only be adding fuel to the fire; it was better if she didn't come.

"Call her in," Brooklyn said, and Ronard went to greet her personally at the door.

The best thing Elina had done over the years was serving Brooklyn well, leading him to like her because of how she knew when to take a step back.

For her son, Flynt, to become the head of the house, she had sacrificed a lot. Misfortune even fell upon her two daughters, let alone her own family.

That alone, even if Flynt had fallen out of favor with Brooklyn, she was still unparalleled as the mistress of the family.

With Brooklyn still around, Elina could still live in dignity for a few more years.

Furthermore, he still gave her the respect she deserved.

When Ronard opened the door and saw Elina, he greeted, "Madam."

"Greetings, Ronard." Elina was still polite to Lennox; she couldn't vent her anger on others just because she had fallen from power. She had never done so in the past, nor will she in the future. Ronard admired her politeness deeply; she sure was someone who had gone through thick and thin. With that alone, she wouldn't have too hard of a time in the Cole household.

Although Flynt had fallen from power, it didn't mean that he had lost completely.

In other words, where there is life, there is hope. As long as he was still alive, he'd still have the chance to return.

"You're too polite, Madam Elina. Please come in. Old Master Brooklyn is waiting for you inside." Ronard stepped aside to let Elina enter. A servant behind her handed her a box before she went in, greeting Brooklyn when she saw him. "Greetings, Old Master Brooklyn. How are you doing?"

"Not too bad. I've even had some tonic today. What do you have with you?" Brooklyn asked, and Elina presented the box to him. "Some pastries; I made them myself."

Elina took out the pastries as she spoke and put them on display. Brooklyn took a look at them before turning to Ronard, who ate a couple. It wasn't until Brooklyn was sure Ronard was okay that he took a bite He thought it was scrumptious, so he asked Elina about the pastries.

She then explained how she made them, not mentioning Flynt at all.

Ronard had been standing aside the whole time. When Elina got ready to leave, she stood up and told Brooklyn to rest well. But Brooklyn called her back after she took a few steps. "Elina."

With that, she stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Brooklyn. "Yes, Old Master."

Brooklyn said, "Flynt will always be the best to me. It's just that we're in troubled times, so I have to think of the greater good."

"I understand. We'll abide by your orders." Elina said.

Although she was a little downhearted, there was no resentment.