Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 315 Repaying Kindness

Rhys felt her soft hand touching his forehead, warm and soft, indescribably comfortable, but the pain in his left chest was unbearable, so he really couldn't afford to say anything more, so he closed his eyes

and fell asleep again.

As Belle cook the porridge, bit of the past came to mind.

That day she was injured and was in the hospital, Calvin fed her soup and porridge.

It was already night when Rhys woke up again.

"Rhys, have some congee, the doctor said you can eat something now. You've lost too much blood and are weak, but luckily the bleeding has stopped and the infection is under control. I've made you porridge. Belle brought the porridge from the kitchen and said to him with a smile.

Rhys looked at her and smiled.

Belle helped him to half lie down, picked up a spoon, feeding it into his mouth one spoonful at a time.

Rhys carried a smile on his face.

For three days in a row, Belle took care of him in this way, personally taking care of everything, and from time to time personally cleaning his wounds for she was worried that his wounds might become infected and inflamed.

For the first time, Rhys felt the warmth of someone caring.

"Belle, with you taking care of me, I suddenly found that being sick is good." On the fourth day, he was able to move his body, and although his wounds hurt badly, he had finally got better.

Belle blushed and smiled faintly, "Rhys, you saved my life, I should take care of you."

She spoke seriously and intently, with guilt and sorrow on her face.

Looking at her face, Rhys felt an urge to take her into his arms and comfort her, to tell her that his gunshot wound was none of her business. To reassure her, he said lightly, "Belle, you're pregnant with a child now, it's hard to take care of me, go back to rest first, I'll just ask a nurse to take care of you."

"No, I'm not at ease, I want to take care of you personally until you recover." Belle shook her head firmly, she would not be at peace until she saw him get better.

"Belle, but I'm not at ease with you worrying like this." Rhys smiled helplessly.

"It's okay, this is a hospital and I'm taking the nutritional pills the doctor prescribed, besides it's normal for a woman to be pregnant, I am not that delicate. As long as you get better, I'll be happy." She smiled fearlessly.

Rhys sighed heavily, if he could have her heart, he would have given up everything without hesitation, but unfortunately, she had never really belonged to him.

He knew that she would never leave him alone here.

"Rhys, I thought about it during that day and night when you were unconscious, and I will grant you whatever you ask of me." She lowered her head, her hands gripping the hem of her dress, and said shyly. "Oh, really?" After Rhys froze, he smiled slightly and asked flirtatiously, "Belle, if I want you to take care of me for the rest of my life, will you also say yes?"

Belle's face flushed slightly and she said without hesitation, "If you feel that I am needed, I will definitely say yes and never go back on my word."

She spoke without any aggression, but Rhys saw a burst of great righteous devotion in her eyes, and what floated to the corners of his mouth was a bitter smile.

"Belle, is this your way of repaying a favour with your body?" He asked, half in jest, half in earnest.

Belle didn't catch the meaning of his words and just said embarrassedly, "Even if I return this life to you, I can't repay your kindness. I am still carrying a child in my belly, you saving me is also like saving my child, do you think I can afford to repay it?"

Rhys laughed, his eyes were deep, he didn't say anything else, but turned on the TV, trying to change this topic.

Belle stood up, "Rhys, let me cook you some delicious dishes today, you are much better, you can eat more, so you can recover faster."

He said and turned into the kitchen to pick up a basket and prepare to go out to buy vegetables.

"Another huge corrupt official has fallen, Tristan Johnson, the former deputy mayor of A City, was involved in a case of embezzlement of public funds, not only was nearly two hundred million in cash recovered from his house recently, but as a result, the bizarre car accident death of the Minister of Finance, Ethan Morris, was also found out, and it turns out that Tristan Johnson was behind the scene."

"The Minister of Finance of A City, Ethan Morris, was killed in a car accident designed by Tristan because he did not want to be complicit in the corruption and discovered the evidence of Tristan's corruption before he was alive. Such an evil deed is outrageous, but he has finally been arrested and is awaiting the severe punishment of the law."

The television news was full of news of Tristan's arrest and the truth report of Ethan's death in a car accident.

It had taken so many months for the truth to come out, and it was only then that it was disclosed by the media in an open and honest manner, and public opinion was in an uproar.

The sound on the television was clear, lucid and broadcast on almost every channel.

Belle's feet were fixed in the ward.

Tears spurted out of her bright eyes and, she crouched down and cried out in pain.

The day the truth got revealed was something she had only dreamed of, and the result of her struggle against all pressures.

Although she was still confused by the outcome, justice had finally been done to her father.

It turned out that her father's death still stemmed from the economic case and it was Tristan who got him killed, so what about Martin?

In the interrogation room, Martin had said that he didn't want her father to die, but just wanted to stop him from running for office the next day, so it seemed that Tristan had used him! At that moment, what he said was true.

Rhys was half lying on the hospital bed, trying to comfort her but unable to get up, his mood that was unspeakably heavy.

He was silent, let her cry as much as she wanted! These facts were too unbearable for her.

After a long time, Belle dried her tears and stood up, about to go out to buy food.

"Belle, I'll take you out to dinner today to celebrate the truth about your father's death has finally come out." He said very emotionally.

Belle stood still and cleared her hoarse voice.

"Rhys, can you go?" She asked softly.

"Yes, you can help me, I can walk slowly." Rhys replied.

Belle really didn't have the heart to cook, so she nodded.