The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 615 “Yes, yes, yes. I'll consider it carefully!” Marlowe smirked again and said, “Don't try to play any tricks. Otherwise, it will be easier for me to crush you than to crush an ant. If Bruce wakes up and finds out that his grandmother was killed by you and Roxanne, he would not let you off.” Kensley’s eyes widened, and all the hair on his body stood on end. He thought, “Indeed, Bruce was not a kind person. If one offended him, they would probably die without even knowing how they died.” Marlowe continued. “Think about it! Only when he’s dead can thus secret be buried forever. Besides, you still have a lot of money to earn. Why not?” When Kensley heard this, his heart sank. He muttered....I know. I'm afraid that it won't be easy to do it.” Marlowe replied, “Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out” “Then... I'll go back first. Let's think of a better way,” Kensley responded.

“Alright! You can leave! Marlowe concluded.

Kensley smiled weakly and walked out of the private room in fear.

Pete smiled obsequiously and said. ‘President Yanice, don’t worry! This person doesn’t look like a good person at first glance. He will think of a way. Besides, there’s no one more suitable than him.” Marlowe pursed his lips and sniggered while slamming the cigar into the ashtray. “Bruce Everett. I'll kill you this time! Our grudges must be completely settled.” Seeing this, the beautiful woman beside him quickly tried to change the topic and said, “President Yanice, don’t be too bothered over those unhappy things. Let's have a good time...

The next day.

Kensley came to the hospital to work as usual, He did not sleep well last night. His eyes were sunken and he looked listless.

As Kensley was walking to the staff canteen to get breakfast, he bumped into the head nurse. The head nurse greeted him as usual, “Doctor Leach, good morning! “Morning™ Kensley responded.

The head nurse glanced at his expression and teased, “Oh god, didn’t you sleep well last night? Why do you look so listless?” Kensley smiled weakly and replied, “Yes, | couldn't sleep last night!” “Was it because your wife is about to give birth and you're too nervous to sleep?” the head nurse asked.

“Oh, right” Kensley responded.

Then, Kensley thought of something and pretended to ask casually, “Hey, by the way, is Mr. Everett's condition getting better? What's the probability of him waking up?” The head nurse looked around. Secing no one else, she lowered her voice and said, “I think it’s a little difficult! However, he’s so rich. He's already injected so many gene regeneration needles. He won't die for a while.” Kensley rolled his eyes and concurred, “That's true. It's good to be rich! If it were ordinary patients, they would have died long ago.” The head nurse looked surprised and enviously exclaimed, “Of course. This money wasn’t spent for nothing.” “A gene regeneration shot costs more than 750 million dollars! How can ordinary people afford it? Moreover, they've been injecting it for so many days.

“Sigh, the money for the injection alone is enough to buy a villa halfway up the mountain.” With that, the head nurse finished her breakfast and prepared to go to the nurse’s desk.

“Are you done eating?” Kensley asked.

“Well, 'm going to check on Mr. Everett now and change the dressing,” the head nurse responded.

Kensley replied, “Oh, oh, go ahead then!” The head nurse did not say anything else and turned to leave.

Kensley’s temples hurt, and cold sweat started appearing on his forehead.

Bruce lived in the intensive care unit. Only the attending doctor, a few specific head nurses, and caregivers could enter.

The others were not allowed to approach at all.

It was almost impossible for him to sneak in.

Moreover, all the medicine used by Bruce had to be checked by the attending doctor every day. He couldn't tamper with it easily.

However, if he did not find a way to kill Bruce, Marlowe would not let him and his family off, especially if Bruce woke up and discovered the real cause of his grandmother's death.

He probably would not allow him to live in this world anymore.

“What should | do? President Yanice is right. If we want this secret to disappear forever, we can only make Bruce die. But what should | do? Kensley pondered.

Kensley returned to his office with unease. He subconsciously held his forehead and thought hard of a solution He needed to think of a way to kill Bruce without anyone knowing. “If the medicine or equipment were tampered with slightly, it could sometimes only take a few seconds to kill the patient,” he thought.

However, Bruce had a special status. In addition to the attending doctor and professional caregiver, bodyguards and Joanna also stayed 24 hours a day by Bruce.

If Kensley did not plan it carefully, he would have no chance of making a move. Therefore, he had to think carefully about every step.

Kensley had been in a daze. He did not even know that the director of the hospital had entered.

“Doctor Leach, what's wrong? Why are you so restless all morning the director asked.

Hearing the director, Kensley was even more shocked. He quickly stood up and exclaimed, “Oh, nothing!” “You seem to have a lot on your mind. Do you want to transfer from work? Take a break in the afternoon,” the director asked with concern “Oh, there's no need to. | didn’t sleep well yesterday, that's all. Director, I'm fine, Kensley tried to brush off.

“Are you really okay?” the director continued to question.

To really line. Thank you for your concern, Director, Kensley tried to convince his superior.

“Oh, that's good! You have to be more serious during work. Don’t slack off the director said as he picked up his coffee glasses and slowly returned to his office.

After the director left, Kensley was restless again.

“Forget it. I'll find an opportunity to go over and take a look, he thought.

During the lunch break.

Kensley walked towards the floor where Bruce's room was.

Although he was not the attending doctor of Bruce, he was still the deputy director of the hospital. It was reasonable for him to use the excuse of observing the patient's condition to be in the premise.

As soon as Kensley entered the floor, he was stopped by Darcy. He looked at Kensley sternly and questioned, “What are you doing?* “Oh, Mr. Lurk asked me to find a room and disinfect the floor. As you know, this floor is supposed to be a sterile environment. It has to be disinfected every day.” Darcy suspiciously looked at Kensley’s work pass and saw the title “surgeon” written on it “Go on in!” Darcy commanded.

“Yes, I'll be quick. It won't take too long,” Kensley responded.

Kensley pushed a trolley, which was filled with medicine, into another ward.

As Kensley pretended to disinfect the empty ward, his heart beat wildly Coincidentally, Joanna walked our of the intensive care unit at this moment.

When she saw the door to the ward open, she frowned and muttered, “Why is the door beside open?” She recalled transferring the other patients living on this floor to the ather floors to prevent anyone from harming Bruce.

Moreover, she had experienced it once before. The killer disguised himself as a doctor and speaked into the ward. She had almost been killed then.