Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
Chapter 971

Chapter 971

Her words made sense. She was enjoying her retirement, but Tara purposely provoked her. Alena was

indeed innocent, although she fought back.

Alena pulled out her phone and browsed the post by the PR department of Nelson Group. She asked

Edmund aggressively, “Who allowed them to write this post like this? What does it mean by I feel sorry

for my behaviors? I am not! I won’t apologize. I didn’t make any mistakes.

“If that happened again, I would splash the coffee on her and slap her. I would hit her more fiercely.”

Alena was so aggressive that the Lawyer behind Edmund dared not to speak at all.

Edmund’s temples popped.

None one knew that he had a mental shadow for Alena‘s yells. When he was little, Alena was like this

when arguing with Jaime. She was aggressive and arrogant, almost breaking down Edmund.

In the end, he had PTSD towards her voice. Whenever he heard it, he felt upset. For a long time, he

would suffer from a migraine.

Hence, Edmund always avoided having conflicts with Alena. Otherwise, whenever she yelled, he would

have an intense migraine.

Chelsea could tell that he wasn’t well. Although she didn’t know what had happened, she felt sorry for

him.

Pinching his hand gently, she walked up and said, “Since this incident is also about me, may I have a

word?

“I agree with Ms. Morgan’s decision. Ms. White, please make an apology in public and explain what

has happened in detail. In that case, we won’t sue you.” Chelsea hadn’t married Edmund yet, so she

addressed Alena as Ms. Morgan.

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She agreed with Alena’s decision because Tara did ask for it.

Tara lacked self-respect and turned out to be too shameless.

Alena didn’t expect Chelsea to agree with her. After all, this solution she came up with was well played.

Chelsea had always been soft-hearted, so Alena was afraid Chelsea would stop her.

Alena also knew Edmund was pretty obedient to Chelsea now. Hence, with Chelsea’s support, she felt

more confident. Looking at Tara and her agent coldly, she said, “Now the ball’s in your court.”

“Okay. I’ll apologize,” Tara said while sobbing. If she said no, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to

leave the police station. Edmund had brought along a lawyer.

“Okay. We look forward to seeing it. Better I can see it tomorrow morning when I wake up.” Alena felt

delighted after venting her anger.

Since they wouldn’t sue her, Tara didn’t need to continue staying in the police station. She and her

agent stood up and fled out as if they were running for their lives.

Chelsea looked at their receding figure and didn’t pity them at all. If Tara hadn’t played with fire, she

wouldn’t have gotten burned. She should have realized it now.

Edmund and others also left the police station. Edmund kept quiet because his migraine hadn’t been

relieved yet.

Although Alena argued for their own good and Edmund didn’t mean to complain, he had PTSD.

Alena stood beside the car and said to her son and Chelsea, “It’s all my fault. Sorry for asking you to

come all the way here.”

Edmund didn’t answer. Chelsea had to reply on his behalf, “It’s not your fault, Ms. Morgan. It happened

because of me, after all.”

“It’s quite late now. What about you guys staying at my house tonight?” Alena invited them sincerely,

studying her son carefully, afraid that Edmund would turn her down.

After all, this was relevant to Edmund’s willingness to stay in the same house with Alena, so Chelsea

didn’t answer. She raised her head to look over at Edmund.