Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 972

Edmund’s eyes were full of refusal. He tried hard to tolerate the migraine and said, “No, thanks.” Then

he pulled Chelsea to leave. Edmund believed his head would explode if they went to Alena’s house

and Listened to her drone.

Chelsea could tell he didn’t feel well, so she didn’t try to convince him. She waved bye to Alena and left

with him.

Alena looked disappointed but couldn’t do anything. In the past, she wantonly harmed her son and

Chelsea. She overbearingly wanted everyone to obey her. Hence, her relationship with them dropped

to rock bottom.

Alena regretted it and wanted to make it up to them, but it was too late.

Edmund asked his driver to send Alena back home. Then he, Chelsea, and the Lawyer checked into a

hotel.

As soon as entKatharineg their room, Emily asked, “Edmund, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Edmund didn’t hide it. He leaned against the wall weakly and said, “I have a migraine.”

Chelsea felt pretty sorry for him. In a hurry, she helped him to sit on the sofa.

“How come you suddenly have a migraine? Shall we go to the hospital?”

Edmund shook his head.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“No, thanks. Can you ask the hotel service to give me some painkillers?”

That was his old sickness, so he knew it could be relieved if he took a pain killer.

He would recover as long as he couldn’t hear Alena’s hystSonyal yell.

“OK.” Chelsea immediately made a call to hotel service.

The pills were delivered soon. Edmund felt much better after taking medicine.

He knew Chelsea was worried about him, so he explained gently while holding her in his arms, “When I

was Little, Dad and Mom fought a lot. Mom always yelled aggressively, Like what she did early. As time

went by, I had PTSD to this kind of scene and her voice.”

After listening to him, Chelsea couldn’t utter any word, feeling helpless and sorry for him.

She could imagine the scene where Alena fought with Jaime. She could feel how fearful and sick

Edmund was when he was young.

Hence, the family of origin’s unhappiness would hurt a person deeply.

“Fortunately, I met you. You are always gentle. You won’t yell like a lunatic when there’s a problem,”

Edmund said, holding Chelsea tight while heaving a sigh.

They were destined to be together. Their characters fit. When one meets a decent person, they can

become better.

That applied to him and Chelsea. Edmund could feel that he had become gentler, more considerate, Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

and more human.

“Well.” Chelsea nestled in his arms and whispered, “In the future, we’ll be harmonious. We can’t fight or

argue.”

In case… If they had a child, they couldn’t argue fiercely. Otherwise, their child would be hurt.

Since it was pretty late, they went to bed soon.