Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

"You're giving away your car? Are you out of your mind?" Erica pulled Randy

aside and whispered, "This isn't how you redeem a troubled teenager. You're just throwing money at him. As the son of the Trennery family, do you think he's short on money? Use your brain, okay."

"What should I do?" Marion groaned. "I've never done anything like this before. If it were a girl, maybe I'd know what to do, but for a guy, I'm clueless."

"Step aside. Let me handle this," Erica said, scrolling through her phone.

Randy gawked at the screen. "Does Google have an answer for that?"noveldrama

"Ever read redemption novels? Way more useful than Google."

"What redemption novels?"

"Here, it says to treat him well, take a bullet for him, and touch him with love."

"What? Take a bullet for him? What kind of novel is this? Even if I sacrifice my life, what good is his redemption to me?"

"That's how it's written in novels. How would I know otherwise?"

Not far away, Debra overheard their conversation. Now she was convinced of what Marion had said earlier. These two were really trying to reform Ivan with love.

Upstairs, in the study, Andrew paused mid-move in his chess game. "Using love to reform him?"

"Isn't that what you meant, sir?" Barton asked tentatively. "Miss Mathis and Mr. Osborne asked me about it for a long time. They thought you wanted to win him over with love."

"Would that work?"

"Not really sure."

"If it works, let them try it. It doesn't make much difference anyway."

"Sir, what were you planning to do?"

"I hadn't thought about it yet, but their unconventional approach is quite amusing."

Andrew smiled faintly and resumed the game.

"Don't touch me. Stay away," Drake shouted in the guest room.

His fierce demeanor made William cower.

"You think want to touch you? If it weren't for Marion paying me, I 0 wouldn't be here. Do you think it's easy to book me? I have countless patients waiting in line," William scoffed.

He packed up the medical tools and prepared to leave. Marion blocked the door.

William forced a smile. "It's not that

don't want to help, he isn't

There is nothing I can

do about it. Maybe you can convince

BUMS

him?" .

Marion walked in, and Drake refused, "I don't need him..."

Before he could finish, Marion delivered a sharp hand chop to the

back of Drake's neck. The new heet

3ent, he collapsed onto the bed.

Marion dusted off his hands and said, "Start your work."

William gave him a thumbs-up, realizing why Drake could never beat Marion.

After the job was done, William said, "Compared to the injuries he's had before,

these are minor. Not much different from yours."

"Figure out a way to keep him bedridden for a while."

"Huh?"