The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 133: Edwin Blake Appears Out of Nowhere

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Edwin Blake Appears Out of Nowhere

He frowned, picked up a cushion, and threw it hard at Edwin Blake.

With a stern face, he said, "My mom was praising Grandma Zane, why are you happy? Why are you thanking her? Do you deserve it? Your face is thicker than a city wall."

Edwin Blake: ???

He erupted angrily, "Now, even when I’m in your house, does smiling bother you?"

"Obviously, you said this is my house. Trespassing in someone else’s home can get you jailed."

Edwin Blake laughed out of sheer annoyance.

"Yes, Grandma did order the porridge, but I went through the trouble of delivering it. You didn’t open the door at first, so I had no choice but to climb over the wall. Even if there’s no merit, there was labor. You’re really ruthless, wanting to send me to jail, and not even a thank you."

Fatty nodded, earnestly saying, "You don’t deserve a thank you, but Grandma Zane does."

Edwin Blake was speechless, "Vincent River, can you stop showing so much hostility towards me? And why don’t you answer the first part of what I said? Misinterpretation at such a young age, what will you do when you grow up?"

Fatty shook his head, sincerely, "Still no, being cautious with strangers is normal behavior."

"In your heart, I’m a stranger?"

Fatty responded with righteous fortitude, "That’s right, you brought porridge for my mom, and we’ll call Grandma to say thank you. You can go now."

Without saying a word, Edwin Blake leaned back and placed his arms on the cushions on either side.

He looked entirely laid-back and flamboyant.

Making Fatty wish he could punch him.

"Tell me, what will it take for you to leave my house?"

Ivy River took a sip of porridge and glanced at the two men on the sofa.

She sighed, "Fatty, come eat your porridge before it gets cold."

Fatty didn’t move, "Mommy, you go ahead. I’ll reheat it later. I need to keep an eye on this stranger to prevent him from doing something dangerous to us."

Edwin Blake was amused, was he really that untrustworthy?

After finishing, Ivy River licked her lips and glanced longingly at Fatty’s porridge.

Her beautiful fox-like eyes were filled with a yearning for her prey.

Little did she know, in Edwin Blake’s eyes, it was captivating.

Edwin Blake walked towards her, "Ivy River, didn’t you say you wouldn’t drink it? Who drank the spotless pot of porridge?"

Ivy River rolled her eyes, "Grandma gave it to me, I had to drink it."

"Oh~"

Edwin Blake teased, "What if I was the one who gave it to you? Would you not drink it?"

"Of course, no question," Ivy River retorted sarcastically, "It’s impossible to be from you. Grandma is the only one who cares about me."

"Then spit it out, I bought this porridge," Edwin Blake smiled mischievously.

Ivy River frowned instantly, staring at him intently.

Seemingly trying to detect any flaw.

Edwin Blake continued, "It really is from me. If you don’t believe it, go ask."

The next moment.

Ivy River grabbed a trash can and started to retch violently.

This scared Edwin Blake.

Fatty was already angry; he rushed at him, punching and kicking, "You big bad guy, go die!"

Edwin Blake tossed Fatty behind him and hurriedly said, "Ivy, I was joking! It’s Grandma; it was Grandma who told me to get it for you. I just wanted to tease you."

Ivy River looked up, slowly stopping her vomiting.

Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, Edwin Blake felt uncomfortable.

His tone was helpless, "Stop vomiting. You’re ruining your health. You’re a doctor; how could you act like this..."

"I find your stuff dirty."

Ivy River took the water Fatty handed her and rinsed her mouth.

Then she opened the door, "You can leave now."

A slight hurt flashed across Edwin Blake’s face, "Do you really dislike me that much? You didn’t seem to dislike me like this before."

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Would Ivy River think he still had feelings for her?

Ivy River spoke coldly, "I didn’t think clearly in the past. Now I’m normal. Men and women should keep a proper distance, especially with our sensitive identities. Mind the boundaries, President Blake. It wouldn’t be good if your fiancée found out."

"I don’t have a fiancée," Edwin Blake instinctively replied.

"Whether you do or not is none of my business. You should go. I’ll call Grandma later to thank her personally."

Edwin Blake checked the time, "Grandma will be asleep around this time. Let’s do it tomorrow."

Ivy River responded with an "mm," signaling for him to leave quickly.

Edwin Blake, deciding not to annoy her further, said, "You’re rushing me out? Fine, I’m leaving. Don’t regret it."

Ivy River rolled her eyes helplessly, "Don’t worry, I assure you, if I regret it, I’ll livestream eating poop."

From behind, Emmy and Fatty shouted loudly, "We won’t regret it! Hurry and leave our home!"

Edwin Blake snorted, leaving behind the words "there’s always next time" as he departed.

Bang—

Ivy River ensured he stepped out before slamming the door shut.

Completely oblivious to Edwin Blake’s unusual behavior.

Once it hit her, it was too late.

"Fatty, I’ll reheat the porridge on the table for you."

Ivy River put the porridge in the microwave.

Fatty frowned, pouting, "Mommy, I don’t want to eat that man’s porridge."

"This is what Grandma Zane got us, have a taste, it’s delicious."

Ivy River, knowing her son didn’t like savory porridge, tried to persuade him. "Just one bite; if you don’t like it, I’ll have it, okay?"

Emmy eagerly chimed in, "Brother, it’s really tasty. Try it, really!"

"Alright then."

Unable to withstand the persuasion, Fatty picked up a grain of rice with a pout and put it in his mouth.

Ivy River watched him nervously and whispered, "Is it good?"

Emmy’s tiny mouth couldn’t help but pout, "Brother, brother, it’s delicious, right? I didn’t lie to you!"

Fatty furrowed his brows, without speaking.

He took another spoonful of porridge to taste.

Then he began eating spoon after spoon.

His previously furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed, his little face filling with the joy of food.

Emmy, seeing this, smirked triumphantly, "Hmph, Fatty, you said you didn’t like it, but you’re still eating it. I’ll drink!"

"You secretly had my porridge just now, yet you’re still trying to snatch it!"

Fatty protectively held onto the porridge and swatted Emmy’s reaching hand away.

"Mommy! Look at your son; he’s bullying me~" Emmy pouted, clinging onto Ivy River’s arm, acting coquettishly.

Ivy River sighed, "Your brother finally managed to drink a bit of savory porridge, let him have it, alright?"

Emmy grudgingly agreed, "Alright then~"

"Miss Ma’am, you’ve had so much, how can you still be aggrieved, I just don’t get it."

Fatty quickly finished the last spoonful of porridge, showing the bowl to Emmy.

"Hmph, didn’t you say you don’t like savory porridge?" Emmy stomped her foot in annoyance.

Fatty smacked his lips, wanting more, "Can’t I be hungry?"

The war between the two was on the verge of erupting.

Ivy River hurried to intervene, "I’ll take you two out to eat in a few days, stop arguing, I’m going upstairs to sleep!"

The little ones, seeing this, stopped fighting.

They waved at her in unison, "Goodnight, Mommy. Sleep well."

Ivy River went upstairs to do her skincare, amused.

Little did she know.

Tonight, she truly had a good night’s sleep.

The next morning.

Ivy River turned over, feeling an arm across her. Mumbling, "Emmy, Fatty, who’s lying on me, my back is sore."

She instinctively pushed away.

But the large hand pulled her into an embrace.

No, this feeling...

Ivy River’s eyes snapped open, "How did you end up in my bed, Edwin Blake!"