My ex-husband is in love with me (FULL)
Chapter 806 I Don't Love Her Anyway

Ezra sneered when he opened the file.

There were all kinds of materials about different women and their pictures.

Ezra sensed his father was going to talk with him about women, but it did not occur to him that the whole thing would become so urgent like he had to make a choice today.

But Ezra was not vexed, instead, he was leafing through while muttering, "This one's too fat."

"This one's nose seems too high to be real."

"This one's too short."

"This one's leg is not pretty."

"I know this one, but she used to look different. Has she had plastic surgery?"

"This one's so ugly, and you picked her? Your taste's not so good."

"That makes sense. Look around you. You are surrounded by not-so-good women, except my mother."

While scrutinizing the documents, he sarcastically criticized his father as well, which almost sent his father faint again.

Roman was finally getting better without his son's presence, but now he was pissed off the moment he came in.

"If you are not satisfied with my taste, you might as well choose yourself." Roman ridiculed.

Ezra closed the file, threw it casually onto a table nearby, and answered in a desultory manner, "It's not like I haven't chosen one. But they all ended badly."

"Maybe it was something in my gene that forbade me to settle down with someone."

Roman inhaled deeply several times hearing the insinuation, and gritted his teeth, "then copy me. Marry someone, and do whatever you like."

Ezra remained desultory, "But I inherited from my mother to be decent and righteous. I cannot bear to see young ladies being deceived and betrayed, so I'd better not get married." Roman was on the verge of breaking down.

Bastard! Every word Ezra said aimed to stab his father in the heart. The subject could hardly move on.

At last, he said resignedly, "Fine, Maisie, just marry that Maisie."

"Don't you like her? You even went to seek her in Grafstin when you two broke up." As much as he looked down upon Maisie's background, he would not care that much provided that Ezra liked her and was willing to marry her and that they would give birth to a boy. His only wish was to witness that the Cantillos had a successor.

His health condition hardly allowed him to be fastidious.

The abrupt mentioning of Maisie's name reminded Ezra of the figure he met in the hall. Ezra secretly planned to look for it and saw if she had come here.

But when faced with his father, Ezra said carelessly, "Who told you I like her?"

"How would I like a woman so poor and dull? It was just a fling."

"It's ridiculous that you should think I would marry her."

Roman was rendered speechless.

When his son went to seek Maisie in Grafstin, Roman was so worried that he warned Maisie to stay away from Ezra, and said some foul words like she didn't deserve Ezra, let alone marry into the Cantillos. Roman was still hale and hearty at that time, of course, he would despise Maisie.

Now when Roman wanted them to be together, his dear son told him that it was just a fling?

Roman was exhausted, directing his finger at the doorway, "Get out!"

How would they live in such a discord?

Every time Roman met Ezra, he was pissed off.

Ezra, however, was glad to get out. He tidied himself up while saying, "It isn't the eighties. Women are equally competent. Why are you sticking to having a boy?"

Roman glared at him. But he continued, "Your daughter, Ruth, had a son, didn't she? And she and her husband are willing to name their son Cantillo, aren't they? Why don't you grant their wish as well as yours?"

Roman growled, "What do you know? They will never be a true Cantillo as us."

Ezra rubbed his ears and spread his hands, "If you insist, I'm afraid I can't help you anymore."

Then he left the ward. When he was exiting, he noticed a nurse hurriedly slipping away, the way she behaved clearly indicated she was eavesdropping.

Ezra sneered, speculating it must have been one of Mrs. Cantillo's men who were told to spy on him and his father. Well, Mrs. Cantillo really could not let go of these cheap moves.

When Maisie was home, she checked her son first and went to prepare dinner for David.

As she was about to drive to the hospital, someone called. It was from the hospital, saying that David broke his wound due to his fighting with other people, and was now in the emergency room. "What?" Maisie almost blacked out.

The person from the hospital continued, "He hit Mr. Cantillo. Ezra Cantillo."

Maisie rested her hands on the wall to hold herself, unbelievably. How did David get involved with Ezra? Didn't she tell him a million times that she had nothing to do with Ezra now?

The medical man continued, "Mr. Cantillo came to the hospital at dusk. According to him, Mr. Brennan called him to his ward, and the following things he refused to tell us."

"We have checked the surveillance cameras. The moment Mr. Cantillo went into the room, Mr. Brennan sprung out of the bed emotionally and punched Mr. Cantillo."

"But Mr. Cantillo did not fight back. And then Mr. Brennan fell to the ground because his wound opened up."

Maisie tried to perk up, "How's David now?"

Maisie did not care what happened between them. She only wanted to know David's condition.

The medical staff said, "He's okay. But sewing the wound is going to hurt."

Maisie, feeling a prickling sensation in her heart, soothed herself and said, "I'll be there in a minute."

She hung up the phone and rushed out with the car keys. The meals she just prepared were left at home.

It was probably not the right time for him to have meals. And she was not in the mood for food.

When she arrived at the emergency room, Maisie saw Ezra.

He was leaning on the wall, hands in pockets, head low, making it hard to read his face.

As Maisie did not know what to say to Ezra, she approached him silently.

Though David was having an operation, it was not appropriate for her to question Ezra. After all, it was David who initiated the fight, and it was also David who called him in the first place. But Ezra, who seemed startled at the sight of her, apologized, "I'm sorry..."

The person in the hall was Maisie.