Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 189 Heart, Liver, and Lung Pain

Chapter 189: Chapter 189 Heart, Liver, and Lung Pain

Let’s speak the truth.

Julia Land isn’t short on money.

In the past few years, the money earned under Douglas Hayes’s management at Orange Inc. has been more than enough for Julia Land’s living expenses.

And James Thompson isn’t the type to be lacking money either.

The two of them share the same thought, which is to avoid any involvement with Christopher Moore.

Even though that lunatic is already dead.

"I won’t accept the shares of the Moore Group, and neither will the trust fund for my daughter."

To Julia Land, these things are as hot as fire.

The Moores were actually a bit shocked by their son’s arrangements, feeling uneasy about it.

They only had Christopher Moore as a son, and if he were truly gone, they wouldn’t care who the shares of the Moore Group in his hands would go to.

The lawyer, Mr. Cheng, took out two completely unopened letters from his leather bag, "This letter is for Miss Julia Land from Mr. Christopher Moore, and this other one is for Mrs. Moore."

Mrs. Moore took the letter and hurriedly opened it to read.

[Mom, when you read this letter, I will be gone. You could consider asking the old man to have another kid, and if the old man isn’t up to it anymore, you can find someone else outside]

Mrs. Moore, "...". A dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory.

Matthew Moore passed a tissue to Mrs. Moore with a dark face.

Meanwhile, Julia Land indifferently tore open her letter to read.

[If you have the guts, you could turn Moore Group into Land Corporation. I know you don’t want the shares, haha, snicker snicker snicker, I’m dead, and you still have to mourn for me, this is going to piss you and James Thompson off]

Julia Land clenched the letter tightly, anger choking her and unable to escape.

As if to prove the contents of Christopher Moore’s letter, James Thompson’s phone rang at this very moment.

Julia Land reached out and took Dale Land, who was sitting on James Thompson’s lap, into her arms, allowing him to answer the call.

James Thompson saw the call was from Jasper Winters and pressed to answer.

From the other end of the phone, Jasper Winters got straight to the point, "Christopher Moore had recorded something in advance, and right now the PR departments of the Moore Group as well as various media platforms are already broadcasting this recording."

After hanging up, Jasper Winters sent the recording to James Thompson.

Julia Land turned her head upon hearing the sound of the recording played by James Thompson.

[Hello everyone, I’m Christopher Moore. Due to reasons concerning my health, I’m about to leave this world. After my death, twenty percent of the Moore Group’s shares will be inherited by my wife, Miss Julia Land. My wife loves me very much, and she once said that she would mourn for me after my death]

The recording finished playing.

Aside from the two lawyers, the other four people in the study who knew the specifics were all shocked by this shameless recording.

The Moores looked at each other in embarrassing silence.

James Thompson wished he could dig up Christopher Moore and whip his corpse.

Julia Land was livid with pain that went deep into her heart and lungs.

She—fuck!

Julia Land cursed profusely inside her mind.

She was not only forced into mourning by that lunatic Christopher Moore but also meant that she could not marry James Thompson this year.

Moreover, she and James Thompson couldn’t openly stand together during this period.

Julia Land took several deep breaths—who would care about him?

She suppressed her rage, her face bearing a smile, "Mr. Cheng, I accept the shares of the Moore Group."

As for the trust fund, it can wait until her daughter is grown up to donate it all.

She turned her head toward James Thompson, "Mr. Thompson."

James Thompson’s eyes were deep. He took off the little duck hat from his daughter Dale’s head and used it to mask her face.

His other hand pressed against the back of Julia Land’s head.

He kissed her fiercely.

Mr. and Mrs. Moore, their old faces blushing, turned their heads away.

The two lawyers, "...", sensed that something was amiss, but they couldn’t speak out about it.

Julia Land’s eyelashes fluttered.

She responded to him.

Dale Land, her face covered by the hat, thought it was a game and giggled as she stretched out her chubby hand to remove it.

James Thompson gently bit Julia Land then let her go.

He looked down to see his daughter with wide eyes, beaming a toothy grin at him.

He and Julia Land had originally planned to register for marriage tomorrow, but now they were forced to postpone it.

With the emergence of this recording from Christopher Moore, they couldn’t immediately get married. James Thompson didn’t care about rumors and gossips, but Julia Land would have to endure baseless contempt and slander.

Everyone would say, look at that woman, husband just died, inherited company shares, and immediately found another man—what a schemer.

James Thompson was just as furious as Julia Land.

**

The family of three left the Moore Estate.

Julia Land asked James Thompson to take Dale home first.

She had to deal with the stock registration and company procedures.

She felt uncomfortably choked up inside.

Thinking of the taunting snickers on Christopher Moore’s letter, she curled her lips into a cold smirk.

After she finished all the procedures, she had the driver take her to a specialty store, where she bought a bottle of wine.

When Julia Land got home, James Thompson was already sitting in the living room waiting for her.

"Where’s Dale?"

"She played until she was tired. She’s asleep now."

She put the wine on the table, then nestled into James Thompson’s arms.

James Thompson lowered his head, "Shall I help you bathe?"

She felt too tired to move.

His warm breath fanned her face.

Julia Land nodded.

She rested her head against his chest.

*

In Dunmore City.

"Grace Land, you have a visitor."

Sitting on a yellowing bed, Grace Land slowly raised her head and followed the prison guard out.

"Who are you?"

Grace Land didn’t recognize the woman before her.

She thought it was her son who had come to visit.

Chloe Sullivan spoke with a smile, "I know your daughter, Julia Land."

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