Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1804 Probe

The Atkinson family were the first to be made aware of Jepherson's minute movement. Rhys called

Deanna downstairs to ask who had leaked the Green House location to him.

"I was just simply saying, who knew that he took it for real?" Deanna said with a guileless look on her RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

face.

"Troublesome."

At the rebuke from her father, she lowered her head. "He's the one who wanted to kick up such a fuss,

what does this have to do with me?"

"Even if that were true, with all the noise he made, will Austin even return Cedric and Heitor to us?"

Rhys was, in fact, most worried about his two grandsons. As for Austin, he could care less.

Deanna became anxious when she heard this. "Then what should we do?"

Rhys unexpectedly gave a cold look towards his daughter, "What else can you do other than create a

disaster?"

Deanna was still unsatisfied. She walked up to her husband and said, "Jacky, let's go. I'll go find Austin

and ask him why he won't return our babies to us."

She left with Jacky in tow, despite Rhys's repeated calls for her to come back. She didn't listen, her

mind solely focused on going to find Austin.

Rhys was worried that trouble would occur, hence he asked Zorion to go over as well.

By the time they arrived, Jepherson's men had already surrounded the Green House Prison. Moreover,

this matter had attracted the attention of the higher-ups. A call was made to the prison, only for

someone to crack down on them and resulted in the higher-ups pleading ignorance on this matter.

"What are you doing?" Zorion got out of the car and went straight towards Jepherson. Jepherson stood

outside with a pair of binoculars in his hand, his gaze directed towards the front of the prison.

When he heard the question, Jepherson looked at Zorion and explained, "Raeleigh is inside, together

with my daughter. Austin wanted to throw my daughter down."

Zorion was stunned for a second. "Your daughter?"

Jepherson's face was pale and his whole body was almost frozen stiff. He turned his face back around

and continued to look up at where the observation platform was. He did not believe that Austin wouldn't

come out. Now that he had cut off their water supply, he wanted to see how long they would last inside.

Zorion still couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. It was Jared who cleared it up for him, "Austin

is inside, he really did want to toss a little girl down."

"Then that girl is truly yours and Raeleigh's child?" Even now, Zorion was in a state of perpetual

disbelief, unable to wrap his head around the fact that Jepherson really had a daughter.

The question he posed seemed to be questioning Jepherson as well as himself.

Although he still wasn't fully clear on what was going on, a surge of joy all of a sudden spread through

him. There's now at least a Rhys of hope.

"Fehmen, Jaird."

This time around, Zorion brought the two brothers of the Lee family over.

"Mr. Atkinson."

"Deliver my orders to the higher-ups and pressure them. Our Atkinson family has the final say in

Capital City. We want to bring down the Green House prison."

"This might cause the higher-ups to retaliate against us." Fehmen wasn't just a thug, he also acted as

Zorion's shoulder angel during key moments on what should or should not be done. Truth be told, in a

place like this, both black and white had to coexist together. It wasn't due to how much power one had

that the higher-ups won't touch them, but on how obedient one was and won't cause trouble. If one

were to be too shameless towards them, they won't tolerate it for long.

It was also the reason why the Harvey family was still unwilling to set foot into the official career.

It was a normal occurrence for the light to overwhelm the dark. The reason no move was made was

because the perpetrator was still a small fry. The moment they made it big, they would strike them

down in one fell swoop.

"If something happens, I'll be here."

Jaird turned and went to work.

Zorion walked to one side and made a call directly to Rossie.

Rossie answered the call, then headed downstairs. When she saw Rhys, she lowered her head and

murmured a few words to him. Rhys lifted his head to look at her, "Is this true?"

"That's what Zorion told me. He has never lied to me."

"It seems that Calvin has all the luck. Since you think this matter is imperative, then go ahead. Your

mother and I will be out for some time. I will leave Capital City to you. Also, I will leave Deanna under

your care. As for Cedric and Heitor, contact us when you return. We'll come and pick them up."

Rhys stood up and turned to Lottie who had just made her way downstairs.

"Rhys, are you leaving?" Lottie didn't understand how her husband could leave at this moment. She

only heard a gist of what he said.

Rhys's eyes were calm. "I can't intervene in this matter. The only one who can extend a helping hand is

Zorion. It's good to help them and in turn give us a road to retreat."

Lottie seemed to understand what her husband meant.

But...

"But Cedric and Heitor had yet to return. With Rossie being pregnant now, how can we leave the house

unattended?"

"If it's ours, then we need not fight for it. If it isn't, then it's pointless to snatch it away."

Lottie contemplated this for a moment before she acquiesced, "All right, I'll go with you. Rossie, you

must be careful. You're pregnant now.

Although Capital City is peaceful once more and no such happenings would occur again, I'm still a little

worried. Some people may run around and commit terrible things, hence you must pay more attention,

understand?"

"I know, Mum. You and Dad may leave with a peace of mind. I'll send you off."

"No need for that. You go on ahead to Green House prison, make a request to meet with Raeleigh and

see whether they'll let you both meet. If they don't, you should understand what that means."

At Rhys's reminder, Rossie readily took the hint. If they were able to meet, then all of this was just to

probe around and Raeleigh was the one who was pulling the strings behind the scenes. If they couldn't,

then Austin was the mastermind of this incident. In that case the Atkinson family would go all out to

bring back the children. After all, two of the children belong to them.

"I understand."

"Mm."

Rhys looked to the upper floors and ordered people to pack their things, and Lottie clarified that she

would be leaving with Rhys.

Once they left, Rossie went to the Green House prison. She wore a thick, white fur coat around her

body, which made it seem like a white fox had stepped down from the car. The moment Zorion saw that

it was his car that had pulled to a stop, he had his suspicions. They were proven true when he saw

Rossie and he strode across the grounds towards her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Since you're here, why can't I?"

Rossie smoothed down the fur on her coat, then lifted her hand to adjust Zorion's cotton-padded jacket.

It was only then did she direct her gaze at the prison. This was Rossie's first time here. She did not

expect it to be even more majestic than the government buildings. As she stood there below the

prison's looming presence, she spoke in a strange tone, "I really did not expect there to be such a

place outside Capital City. It's really unthinkable."

Zorion was also resigned to her presence. He pinched Rossie's chin. "Are you still in the mood to say

these things at this time?"

"Why are you not in the mood? Even if it's a matter of life and death, you can't lose your style."

Rossie replied as she walked over. Most of the people in the crowd were dressed in black, only Rossie

was a figure in white. She walked with confident steps across the grounds, which garnered everyone's

attention. Zorion held Rossie's hand and pulled her insistently to his side. She flickered a glance his

way then before she looked back to the front and together they made their way forward.

Rossie stopped and looked towards Jepherson, "Pass my words on."

Deanna had fallen asleep whereas Jacky didn't even get down from the car. They may be here, but he

didn't intend to do anything when a way had yet to be devised.