Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 218

Connor had already made the calls and pulled some strings to go after Willow while he was still at the hospital having his eyes treated.

He was determined to teach that reckless woman a hard lesson.

Because the police had notified Connor’s family, both his mother and grandmother rushed to the hospital as soon as they heard the news.

Old Mrs. Mitchell doted on Connor, her youngest grandson, more than anyone else. When she saw him sitting on the hospital bed, his eyes swathed in bandages, and heard the doctor say he was temporarily blind, she nearly fainted from shock.

“What kind of vicious woman would do this to my grandson?!” Old Mrs. Mitchell’s voice trembled, and she needed help just to stand, her heart torn between worry, pain, and seething anger.

Mrs. Mitchell’s eyes were full of sorrow too. Connor was the apple of her eye. When she married into the Mitchell family, she had struggled to bear a son—her first two children were girls. She’d tried every remedy and endured endless hardships before finally having a boy. Only then did she secure her place in the Mitchell household.

And Connor, for his part, had always been bright and charming, quick with a sweet word to cheer up the family matriarch. He’d brought so much joy to Old Mrs. Mitchell that, even if the family business never ended up in his hands, she had already written into her will that her shares—all worth nearly a billion dollars—would go to her beloved youngest grandson.

That alone showed just how much Old Mrs. Mitchell favored Connor.

After the doctor finished treating him, Connor’s pain had eased, the burning in his eyes subsiding. Now he was in the mood to comfort his grandmother. “Don’t worry, Grandma,” he said gently. “I already called Uncle Eugene and asked him to make sure that woman who did this to me gets what she deserves.”

Connor’s uncle, Eugene Hale, was the Deputy Chief of Police in Kingston City, in charge of public safety—a man with no small amount of power.

His brow furrowed so tightly it looked like he could crush a fly between his eyebrows.

He cleared his throat loudly, finally reminding Connor it was time to head to the precinct and give his statement.

“Mr. Mitchell, I’ll need you to come with me to the station now and give a full account of what happened during the incident at the mall this afternoon.”

Connor frowned at the officer’s words, the movement pulling painfully at the muscles around his eyes and making him wince in discomfort.