Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

That's Sean for you. Whenever he got excited, he would always think of marriage. He was on the verge of becoming a marriage enthusiast.

"Where's your urgency? Let's strive to make it happen this year! Do you know, many people our age already have children who can take care of themselves, and here we are with nothing? How is that okay? No, it's not okay!"

"I am getting married, and I am going to marry Amelia. I don't care about my parents. I am Amelia's partner. When I die, I will be a ghost by her side. I must be with her!" he proclaimed with unwavering determination.

Sean was firm and resolute. He had an unprecedented seriousness about him, and Charles could sense it.

"Okay, I congratulate you," Charles said.

"Tsk! Don't just talk about me. You should hurry too. You have been alone for so many years, fixating on that one person. Now that you have the chance, don't give up. There are still many people after Naomi. You should be vigilant."

It was challenging for divorced women to marry into a good family. However, that did not mean every divorced woman faced such difficulties.

Sean and Charles both understood Naomi, knowing her personality and her family background. Naomi would be a good wife.

Even though she was a divorcee, she was a treasure to them.

Charles tightened his grip on the phone, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I know," he said.

He had always been vigilant. Even now, he was not at ease. Before they officially got married, even if they were dating, he would not be at ease.

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Worried that a small misstep might lead her into the arms of another man, he agreed reluctantly.

"Fine, as long as you knew. I won't bother you for now. I've got a call coming in. Once you've picked Naomi up, give me a call. That will ease my restless mind. I can't shake this uneasy feeling." "No problem."

After ending their conversation, Charles put down his phone. His heart pounded with a steady rhythm as he stared into the night ahead.

He thought it would be smooth sailing when he came to Herland to see her, but one complication after another, Kad dashed his hopes. Yet, fate had orchestrated another meeting in San Angelino, his

mother's hometown. How could he miss such a golden opportunity?

He would not.

He clenched his fingers, his eyes reflecting a gleam of determination.

San Angelino was exceptionally quiet in the early hours of the morning. Even the traffic was

sparse, with cars appearing only at long intervals. Charles was able to speed his way through, thanks to his instructions to the driver. S

Charles got out of the car, checked the time, and rushed into the hospital.

Wendy and the others were in the neurosurgery department on the 13th floor of the inpatient building, not far from the ICU.

Due to the sudden turn of events, all the family members who could make it were present. Those en route, like Charles, were also hurrying to join them.

Soon, the elevator chimed and halted on the 13th floor.

The Queens were quietly discussing the follow-up arrangements and treatments; some were on the phone updating relatives still on their way about the grandmother's condition. Hearing the sound of the elevator, Wendy paused and said, "Is that Charles?"

As she spoke, she hurried over.

The Queens had six children, with

Wendy being the fourth. At this moment, apart from her, the eldest brother, second sister, and third brother had arrived while the fifth and sixth were still on their way.

Hearing Wendy's words, everyone stopped their conversations and turned their attention toward the approaching figure.