<b>Chapter </b>475 <b>My </b><b>Wife </b>Ran Away


    Emelie did it again.


    She actually did it again.


    She didn’t hesitate to leave with Wesley. Without a single backward nce, she had climbed thedder and left him.


    It was as if her wedding ring meant nothing to her. Their trip to get married was just a sightseeing trip, and their marriage was a joke and never held any weight to her.


    The steam from the hot shower filled the bathroom.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    <b>For </b>the first time, William felt suffocated. He mmed the shower tap shut and put one hand against the wall to support himself, his head hung low.


    Water trickled down his hair and onto his face.


    William let out a scoff. As long as Wesley was in the picture, no matter what he did, Emelie would always choose him.


    It was just like in high school.


    Both of them were popr, but she only ever had eyes for Wesley. He had watched her run past him countless times to Wesley who was standing behind him, and she never spared him a nce.


    She cared about Wesley so deeply that she couldn’t ept anyone else. That was why the moment Wesley returned, she forgot about their marriage and left him without a second thought.


    William dried himself off, put on a bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom.


    He took a bottle of wine from the cab, not even bothering to check the brand or year. Then, he popped the cork, poured himself half a ss, and tossed in a few ice cubes.


    He wore an indifferent expression and he subdued his emotions as he sat alone in the darkened dining room, sipping his drink.


    Suddenly, his phone rang. He nced at the screen and saw Patrice’s name.


    He didn’t need to answer to know what she wanted: An update on the progress of his and Emelie’s rtionship.


    The progress? His wife had run off with her ex–boyfriend.


    William immediately hung up the call, but his phone rang again.


    This time, Charles’s number appeared. He answered it and switched it to speakerphone, then set it on the table.


    “Mr. Middleton,” Charles began hurriedly. “I heard Ms. Hoven was taken away?”


    “Who told you that?” William’s voice was t.


    Charles chuckled. “That’s a secret, but is it true?”


    William scoffed. “So what if it’s true? She doesn’t know about the 300 million dors anyway. Even if she stayed, she wouldn’t be able to answer your questions. Besides, she’s my wife. Who would dare to question her?”


    Charles drawled, “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of questioning Ms. Hoven. I like her, and I also hope for her to be happy.”


    Just as William was about to hang up, Charles changed the subject. “But Mrs. Hoven certainly knows something, wouldn’t you agree? After all, she’s the one who raised Emelie. Plus, she has been Ronan’s wife for years. I don’t believe Ronan kept everything from her.”


    William listened silently.


    “I went to the hospital earlier, hoping to see Mrs. Hoven, but your men wouldn’t let me in. Apparently, I needed your permission. Mr. Middleton, could you loosen the reins a bit for me?”


    William swirled the wine in his ss, the liquid clinging to the sides of the ss.


    He said in a calm voice, “I thought I told you to leave Capebatt City after what happened to Ronan. Why are you still here?”


    Charles figured that William wasn’t going to let him see Greta.


    In fact, he had always suspected William wasn’t truly invested in finding the missing money, despite taking over his father’s role in the partnership. He seemed more like an observer, which was rather dull.


    Back then, the fall of the Xander Group benefited Cloudex Corporation the most. Now, with the Middleton family consolidating their power, Charles wasn’t about to stand by idly. Since they had gained so much profit, they had to take an equal amount of responsibility.


    “Leave Capebatt City? Fine, I’ll go,” Charles replied nonchntly. “But Ronan is dead and Emelie was taken away. All four families need to sit down and have a discussion. Considering the unexpected events around the 300 million dors, we need to decide how to proceed.”


    William took a sip of wine but didn’t swallow it to savor the taste. “Tomorrow morning, ten o’clock. Just like how our fathers met to discuss taking down Xander, we’ll meet to discuss how <b>to </b>solve this problemn once and for all.”


    William’s eyes were cold.


    Charles‘ chillingughter, tinged with a hint of malice, could be heard on the phone. “Don’t forget toe on time tomorrow, Mr. Middleton. Cloudex Corporation and the Middleton family have <b>a </b>stake in this too.”


    Charles hung up.


    After William swallowed the wine, he threw his mobile phone against the wall. With a smack, the screen shattered into pieces.