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Chapter 687 The Mortis Sisters Feud

“So, it was Blake who prevented me from entering!”

While seated, Damien casually raised an eyebrow and clarified, “I didn’t specifically instruct Blake to stop you;

rather, I gave him a general order to prevent any interruptions.”

Ursula’s eyebrows arched as she scoffed, “Any interruptions?”

“Damien, are you suggesting that I’m a nuisance?”

Her icy gaze swept over Cherise and the two children in the room.

“Ah, I see. When your ex-wife and children are around, I’m practically invisible.”

Upon mentioning Cherise and the two children, Damien furrowed his brows and questioned, “What is it that you

want?”

Ursula smirked at Damien, “Rowena is in the hospital fighting for her life. Are you planning to visit her?”

Damien’s face remained hardened as Ursula confronted him, “Hospital visits and Rowena, they seem to go hand in

hand.”

Ursula’s words caught in her throat.

Right.

She scoffed, “So, you

know?”

“Ever since Weena met you, the hospital seems to be her second home.”

“And you? You’re here indulging yourself while she’s alone in the hospital, struggling with her.

illness!”

Ursula pointed at Cherise’s nose, scoffing. “You’re Damien’s ex-wife, aren’t you?” Ignoring the two children nearby,

she continued, “Ever since Weena met you, she’s been constantly in the hospital!”

Im not interested in you and Damien’s divorce, but the separation implies a lack of compatibility, doesn’t it?”

“All of a sudden. Damien has my sister Rowena by his side, and you decide to make amends return to Adania with

him, and bring along two children’

“Oh, the prodigal ex-wife returns only when there’s competition for what used to be hers

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Cherise was utterly perplexed by Ursula’s tirade.

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ursula’s flushed face, “Perhaps taking a moment to collect your thoughts and

having a sip of water might help. I’m not following what you’re saying.”

She really couldn’t understand Ursula’s frustration.

But to Rowena, these words were more than a challenge; they felt like a blatant provocation.

Ursula pounded the table angrily, looked at Cherise with a piercing gaze, and asked furiously. “What exactly are you

insinuating?”

“Are you belittling me because of my age, suggesting I lack coherence?”

Cherise frowned slightly and snapped, “That’s not what I was implying.”

“That’s precisely what you were implying!”

Ursula turned her head, her gaze filled with disdain as she snarled at Damien, “Are you going to allow your ex-wife

to insult the sister of the person who saved your life?”

“Remember, without Weena, you wouldn’t even be alive now! Do you have the leisure and time to rekindle your

past romance with your ex-wife?”

Damien’s brows furrowed tightly as he warned, “Ursula, keep it down, or you’ll find yourself outside sooner than

you think.”

“Go ahead!”

Ursula retorted boldly, “This is the 5th floor; if you throw me down, I’ll die!”

“Everyone will still see the real you, Damien!”

“My sister risked her life to save you, and you want to harm her sister for your ex-wife!”

The man stood still, his hands clenched tightly.

After a while, he took a deep breath and pulled out his phone; his voice was hoarse. “Blake,

escort her out.”

Ursula’s eyes widened and she yelped. “I’m not leaving!”

Tm not leaving! I want to see what you’ll say and do behind Weena’s back with your ex-wife!”

Before she could fush her sentence, Blake, dressed in dark blue, stormed in from the door

and dragged her away.

“Damien! You’ll pay for this! I’m going to tell Weena!”

“I…”

“Weena has been revived several times these past few days! And this is how you treat her…”