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The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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Chapter 710

Otherwise, they would both be doomed.

When Warren left the ward, the three from the Fletcher family felt weak all over their bodies.

Ivy panicked and said, “What should we do? What should we do? If Warren found out who donated bone marrow…”

Irene shouted, “Mom! What do you mean by what should we do? It was me who donated my bone marrow to

Warren! There’s a hospital record of it. A phone recording can’t prove anything. Everyone can fake an old phone

recording!”

As Irene spoke toward the end, she seemed trying to convince herself.

Back then, she had tampered with all the evidence to prove that she was the one who donated her bone marrow.

Amelia didn’t have any evidence at all.

Ivy suddenly returned to her senses and said, “Yes, yes! It was you! You donated your bone marrow to Warren!”

Thomas’ face darkened at that moment. He knew that Warren wouldn’t simply believe Amelia’s words and also

theirs.

According to his understanding of Warren’s character, the latter would definitely investigate the matter. “Irene, did

Brayden really go abroad after taking the money?”

“That’s what he told me.” Thinking of Brayden, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth in anger.

If Brayden hadn’t deliberately drunk her, she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant with his child. She even intentionally

aborted the child to cover up the truth.

Initially, the chance of her getting pregnant was very small. If the baby belonged to Warren, she didn’t need to

worry about anything anymore.

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Thomas said, “Anyway, you must keep an eye on Brayden and ask him to go abroad as soon as possible!” As long

as Brayden remained in Clusia, he was like a ticking time bomb that no one knew when it would explode.

“Well, will there be a problem for Irene’s and Warren’s marriage?” Ivy asked worriedly. After all, the Fletcher family

had depended on the York family over the years to establish a firm foothold and become influential.

If the marriage didn’t work out; it would concern Irene, and the Fletcher family would be a laughingstock in the city.

“In that case, we’ll make it a fact and force Warren to marry Irene even if he has doubts!” Thomas pondered for a

moment and then said.

In short, the Fletcher family believed they would be invincible. Even if Warren

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had found out the truth about the bone marrow donation, he would have no choice but to marry Irene.

Amelia fainted because of the pain. Fortunately, she was at the hospital and was treated by the doctor in time.

Now, she was lying on the bed and still in a coma.

At that moment, Amelia received an IV drip, and the wounds on her forehead and knee were treated.

Her eyes turned red as Rosalie looked at Amelia in her current state.

The scene where Amelia was forced to kneel and prostrate reminded Rosalie of when she was being threatened

and got her nails peeled off one by one.

She knew the pain of being unable to retort.

Moreover, Warren, whom Amelia once loved and saved, was among the people who made Amelia kneel and

prostrate.

Initially, she had collected relevant evidence and planned to tell Warren the truth in person after a few days.

However, she didn’t expect things to turn out this way just a few days before she could do so.

Today, she received a call from Aiden and hurriedly asked Jonathan to find out which hospital Amelia was brought

to. No one knew what they would do to Amelia if she hadn’t come.

“Jon, you said that Warren loved Amelia, but how could he do such cruel things to a woman he loved?” Rosalie

murmured.

Jonathan gently held Rosalie’s face and said, “Don’t be sad. I’ll send someone to protect Amelia. At least Warren

and the Fletcher family can’t do anything to her.”

Rosalie said, “I’m so mad. Why couldn’t Warren show Amelia any mercy?”

Anyone with a trace of pity shouldn’t do such a thing.

“You told him about the bone marrow donation today. Once he finds out the truth, I’m afraid he’ll live in regret

forever,” Jonathan said.

“Regret?” Rosalie sneered. “Just feeling regretful is too lenient for him. He caused Amelia so much pain and

humiliation! He even ruined Amelia’s life! What can his regret make for?”

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Jonathan’s body suddenly stiffened, and he slightly lowered his eyes to hide the flash of sorrow in his gaze.

“Don’t you still hope Warren would donate his liver to Amelia? At least, if he regrets it, he will be willing to donate,”

Jonathan said.

Rosalie was silent. Amelia’s blood type was special. If she wanted to wait for a liver donor from the hospital, she

might be unable to find a suitable donor. Undoubtedly, it would be best if Warren was willing to donate his liver.

Moreover, Amelia’s condition worsened, and her situation became more urgent. She needed a liver transplant as

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soon as possible.

“Let Warren atone for his sins toward Amelia. He owed Amelia’s life, so now he

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should repay with his,” Rosalie whispered, then looked at Jonathan again and said, “Jon, I don’t want to let Irene off.

She has gone too far.”

Without Irene, Amelia wouldn’t have been so miserable even though she and Warren were family enemies.

“Okay. Irene won’t be able to cause any more trouble soon,” Jonathan replied.

“Also, ask your men to send something to Warren for me later,” Rosalie said.

“What thing?” Jonathan asked.

“A flash drive containing two recordings,” Rosalie pursed her red lips and said. She wanted Warren to hear the two

recordings first to know how Amelia saved his life.

Warren’s thoughts had never been in such chaos. Even when the York family was in crisis, where the business

established by his elders was about to be destroyed, and his anxious parents pleaded with everyone for help, he still

believed that he could help the York family rise again.

Later on, when he was diagnosed with a blood disease, on the verge of death, and people refused to donate bone

marrow, he was scared, but he was never in such a great dilemma.

However, he was in a difficult situation, and his thoughts were a mess. Rosalie’s words flashed back repeatedly in

his head.

“Who on earth should I believe? Rosalie or Irene?” he wondered.

When he asked Irene one last time earlier, the flash of guilt in Irene’s eyes and the slightly uncomfortable

expressions on the Fletcher family’s faces made him have a vague answer in mind.