My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 607 - Coma

Chapter 607 - Coma

Timmy was taken away by Cora, Talia pale, the brain is a blank, she came out of the rush even cell phones are not brought, at the moment is rushed all the way back to the house to get the phone to call Ayan. While waiting for Ayan to get on the phone, there was also a shout from the maid in the garden, "Ma'am, the old Simpson's head is bleeding a lot..."

Talia panicked, and Ayan picked up the phone at that moment, his voice lazy, "What's up? What's the matter? *

"Ayan, it's not good, something happened, Cora took Timmy away, grandpa is also injured, you ... You hurry hurry to find Cora, I now immediately send grandpa to the hospital, hurry ..."

Talia's voice was trembling, and after she finished, she hung up and called the emergency number without waiting for Ayan to respond. Talia was wearing slippers, with an apron tied around her body, less graceful than usual and more panicked mess and anxiety, she helped the old Simpson to the car with the help of Kit, but the old Simpson was in a very bad condition, because he fell down the steps and broke the back of his head, bleeding a lot, the old Simpson's body itself is not good, so now he is in a coma. So now people have also fallen into a coma.

Talia drove the old Simpson to the hospital, Kit contacted Fletcher on the way, as for Timmy side will have to leave it to Ayan.

Ayan who learned this news did not have the slightest bit of bewilderment immediately shouted Kian: “immediately give me to check Cora's current location, immediately, I need the shortest time to know where she is now? Also find someone to find Austin personally and tell him that Cora took Timmy away, if anything happens I want the couple ...."

Ayan did not continue, cold eyes flooded with scarlet blood, a handsome face is also gloomy to the extreme.

He took the car keys and walked out, Kian followed behind him, he said indifferently: "Find out Cora and send it to me, you call the police side to help investigate the surveillance.” He stopped at the elevator, waiting for the elevator to rise in the process of his face gloomy revealed worry, his voice with a few hoarse: "Kian, this is not a small matter, Cora is a crazy person, so you must find out where Cora people as soon as possible?"

Kian nodded: "Mr. Simpson, don't worry, I will get it done."

Kian knows the seriousness of the matter and understands how Ayan is feeling at the moment, so he naturally does not dare to take it lightly. The two took the elevator downstairs together, arrived at the parking garage and got into their cars separately.

Ayan almost put the gas on the bottom, the sound of the car's engine is enough to reveal how anxious the driver is at the moment.

He dialed Camille's number as he drove.

Camille stayed at Armstrong Corp until the afternoon. She took a taxi back to the office, and had just arrived when her phone rang.

It was Ayan who called.

Did she call because she knew she was going to Armstrong Corp? Camille hesitates to hang up?

She did not want to contact him again so soon because of the morning's events, and in addition did not want to hear him continue to question himself.

But somehow, there is always a not-so-safe feeling in my heart.

The expression on her face also followed the seriousness, fingertips also followed the sliding answer, before she could speak, the man's low voice already came over there: "Still at Armstrong Corp?"

Camille wrinkled her brow and said with a faint expression, "You know where I am, don't you? If you know, why do you have to ask again?" "Camille, tell me, where are you now? I've gotten out of the Simpson Group and am coming over to pick you up."

Anxiety surfaced in his tone, causing Camille to subconsciously ask, "Is something wrong?"

"We'll talk about it in person, I'll pick you up now."

"I'm at the office.”

"Okay, you go downstairs and wait for me." After saying that, he had already cut off the call first.

Ayan almost never had this, the last time this is still because of grandmother's matter, so Camille is also a gloomy cold face froze, and then this is rushed downstairs and wait for Ayan.

During this time, Camille made countless assumptions and her mind was a jumbled mess.

She didn't know what was going on, but the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.

Ayan came quickly, the car stopped directly in front of her, she then looked back through the window to look at the person in the car, Ayan said in a light voice: "First get in."

She pulled the door open and sat in the car, looking at Ayan as she fastened her seat belt and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Ayan face slightly gloomy, voice hoarse and low: "Cora went to the Simpson's mansion to take Timmy away."

Camille's face froze, and her eyes were frozen in a daze.

Because Ayan suddenly hung up the phone her heart was tense and suspended, and now that tense string is completely broken.

Her vision became extremely cold all of a sudden, and her words were incoherent: "Why did she take Timmy, and why did she take Timmy?" "Is she crazy?"

Only when the last question came out of her mouth did she then murmur, "Yeah, she's just crazy, she's just crazy."

How can a crazy person not do things?

Camille's face was full of worry and panic as she stared at Ayan and asked, “Is she doing this because of this?"

Ayan is also sullen, his concern does not have to Camille less, but this time he can not be chaotic, he needs to remain calm, otherwise the consequences are unthinkable.

He drove, hands gripping the steering wheel, but still making room to meet Camille's gaze, he said, "I don't know, nothing can be confirmed yet."

Camille's pupils shook, panic had taken over her whole heart, she felt her heart twisting to death, the huge fear swept over her so that all she could think about was how is Timmy at the moment?

Ayan gave her a free hand to hold her to try to comfort her, "It's going to be okay, I promise you, I'll make sure Timmy is in one piece, trust me, huh?"

Camille the next second will directly pull out his hand not allowed to touch, a bright and beautiful face without a half expression, pale and bloodless, the bottom of the eyes is indifferent to the empty.

She did not speak again, just tightly pursed lips gaze stared at the front do not know what is thinking?

Looking at her look Ayan's brows knitted tighter, the gaze on his face was also getting deeper and deeper, his phone also rang at this time. It was Kian who called.

He pressed answer and Kian's voice followed: "Mr. Simpson, I found Cora, she drove away from the Simpson's mansion and went straight to Longland Port of Hance City, I'm on my way there with the police.” "Okay, rendezvous at the dock, remember, don't do anything rash, and don't show up directly in front of Cora on the police side, don't irritate her, all I need is for the child to be intact."

"I understand, I have already explained the situation to the police side, and Austin's side has also arranged for someone to inform."

"Hmm."

Ending the call, Ayan drove toward the Longland Port of Hance City. When he and Camille arrived, Kian was already waiting in front of the dock.

Two people get out of the car, Kian greeted, reaching out towards a short distance to point over: "Cora sitting at the edge of the pier fence, afraid of her emotions out of control so I did not dare to show up, the police have been detoured from the other side ready to swim from the opposite side.”

Camille lifted her foot and was about to walk forward when Ayan stopped her and Camille struggled, "Let go of me."

"Camille, calm down."

"Calm down? How do you expect me to be calm?"

“I'm just as worried about Timmy as you are, he's not just your child, he's my child too, I'm no less anxious than you are, but if you rush straight through like this do you think Cora will give us Timmy?"

Ayan sunken face, his face extremely heavy, Cora since taking Timmy, it must be a purpose, if only to revenge they certainly will not come to the pier, but directly by car away from Hance City so that they can not find.

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