After Rebirth: The Alpha Ex-Husband Is Addicted to Me-Chapter 196: Fighting Side by Side with You

Flora already knew that Lucy Eaton had confronted Arthur Bennett head-on in order to save her father.

"My second brother was very close to Jacob Green when he was alive. I heard about it from him." Flora wouldn’t admit it, "If you want to verify whether it’s true, you can wait until you die and ask my second brother underground."

Arthur Bennett recalled his father’s words and forcibly restrained his impulse to hit her.

"Flora, let me tell you, even if you die, your tombstone will bear the inscription ’Wife of Arthur Bennett’. Not to mention you are alive. It’s absolutely impossible for us to divorce, so no matter how dissatisfied you are with me, you need to understand you’re my wife, and you should put yourself in my shoes."

His words made Flora feel utterly disgusted. Why would she care for a husband who might kill her?

"Have you cut off ties with Stellan Quinn?"

"I have. I won’t be contacting her again. Starting tomorrow, your confinement will be lifted. Recently, we’ll make frequent appearances to show off our love."

"Oh... So you lifted my confinement to have me appear with you to dispel those news stories."

"Don’t be too happy yet. If there’s no news about your belly in the meantime, you’ll stay in the bedroom and go nowhere."

"I understand." Flora glanced at him, "Just to prevent the possibility of pregnancy, I’ve been very careful with my diet. As for whether I’m pregnant, it won’t take long to find out."

...

The next morning, Flora was informed that she would meet with Jacob Green and his wife in the President’s reception room in the morning, with a charity event in the afternoon. She wore a white embroidered cheongsam, her hair fully styled, with an exquisite makeup.

After breakfast, when Arthur Bennett and she arrived at the reception room, Jacob Green and Lucy Eaton were already present.

Today, Jacob wore a classic black suit with a white shirt.

Lucy Eaton chose a more celebratory color, a cherry red off-shoulder cocktail dress, revealing her beautiful collarbone and neck.

Her hair was styled in an elegant braid, and she wore tassel earrings, with bold makeup, her red lips like flames. Her every movement was captivating.

Flora’s gaze shifted to the photographers and reporters, and she immediately understood.

She curled her lips into a smile and shook hands with Arthur and the Green couple one by one.

This deliberately harmonious meeting primarily revolved around topics discussed by the men, with occasional interjections from Lucy and Flora.

Jacob Green exuded a stable aura with a vast knowledge base, able to effortlessly address any topic with ease, appearing completely calm and unfazed, as if he were in his own company rather than the Presidential Mansion.

On the other hand, although Lucy Eaton scarcely spoke, she had no fondness for the Presidential Mansion and just hoped to leave quickly.

Yet she couldn’t show her thoughts on her face.

The meeting lasted over forty minutes and concluded.

Before parting, the President presented a gift.

It was a painting, crafted by the President himself.

At first glance, it appeared to be a landscape painting, with mountains, water, fields, and people. However, as Lucy Eaton looked at it, she felt something was off.

In the car, she asked, "Why does that painting look so strange?"

"If it weren’t strange, he would have had a photographer capture the content of the painting long ago." Jacob Green opened the painting and pointed to a figure in it with his finger, "He painted a farmer holding a hoe working in the field, approaching the base of a massive mountain, beyond which lies a river, painted faintly. The President is trying to tell us through this painting that if the farmer continues forward, no matter how hard he works with the hoe, he cannot dig through the mountain. It’s a dead end. However, if he turns back, despite the river, there’s a way out. It’s all about one’s choice."

With his interpretation, Lucy suddenly understood.

"No wonder there’s no path depicted in the entire painting."

"These are merely his insinuations, and I guessed as much before I came here." Jacob turned the wheel for a U-turn, "Framing others’ families and expecting them to sit idly by—how absurd is that? Fortunately, the focus of our Clan Green has never been domestic; otherwise, wouldn’t we be toyed with by them?"

Lucy Eaton put the painting away, "Who knows what challenges await us in the future."

"No matter what comes, don’t be afraid." His rich, magnetic voice gave her strength, "I’ll fight by your side."

She turned her head to look at him, feeling warmth in her heart.

Lucy took her phone out of her bag and pressed the power button.

Messages started pouring in from the communication app, from those aware of her identity, and others who weren’t, all stating they’d seen the news.

She replied one by one, but when she reached Grace Hughes’s name, she couldn’t help but think, at this moment, Grace Hughes must want to die, right?

Opening her chat window, it was full of questioning messages.

She didn’t reply but blocked her account.

Just after blocking Grace Hughes, her call came in.

Seeing her name, Lucy Eaton answered with a smile, "What’s up?"

"Lucy Eaton, you’re so disgusting! Married Nathaniel Green? He’s just a smokescreen for you and Jacob Green! You even had another woman pretend to be Jacob’s wife; that night, you must have been so smug!" Grace Hughes raged.

"Can I be more disgusting than you?" Lucy pointed out one by one, "Listen, when I said Jacob Green and his girlfriend were going camping at Mortridge, you immediately contacted the Red Dragon Hall of Nation R through Stellan Quinn, spending money to hire assassins. Do you know why the police caught those people that night? It was I who called them in. Jacob and I didn’t go camping at all. To get Jacob to like you, you took his clothes from me to have that blind old man under the east bridge perform rituals for you—how could I possibly give you my man’s clothes? The piece of clothing I gave you was a brand new one that Nath went and bought specially. Stellan Quinn is probably the best person to you in the world, yet you manipulate her under the guise of friendship. Do you know why I never told her anything revealing your facade? Because I thought she wasn’t worth wasting my breath on—let evil begets evil, isn’t that so?"

Lucy seemed able to sense Grace’s anger from the other end of the phone, prompting her to continue, "The first place I met Jacob was at a hotel. You used Stellan Quinn’s phone to lure him to meet in a hotel room, which I accidentally entered. For Jacob and me to reach this point today, I ought to thank you for paving the way."

"You..." Grace Hughes could only utter a word before falling silent. Listening with earphones on, Lucy continued to hear the commotion there until a few minutes later, Stellan’s scream pierced through, "Grace, what’s going on?! Grace, wake up, don’t scare me! Hello, is this 120? My friend is unconscious, please come quickly and help her. The address is..."