His Second Wife

Chapter 37

~Christopher’s POV~

Today, we’re meeting with MDZ enterprises. My wife is ailing. I’m not sure who is going to show up here today. What if she forces herself to attend this meeting? My wife is very stubborn. No, she wouldn’t do so when her heartbeat was still in bed, Liam is her first priority. If she does arrive, I’m certain she’ll look sexy even with the crutches. That girl is even more stunning when she is on crutches. Mark and I double-checked the time and discovered that no one had arrived from MDZ.

“Man, I’m not sure we should wait any longer. Your wife isn’t coming. I mean your son isn’t well.

“Restrain your zeal, Mark.”

As I concluded my comment, the door swung open to reveal Eduardo Mendoza, a well-known figure. The gentleman was icy. He was really frigid, but from what I’ve heard, his father was much colder. What am I trying to convey? Their entire family has no softie. Another rumor regarding Eduardo is that he is identical to me. He has the ability to cause you to lose everything in the blink of an eye.

“I’m truly sorry for my tardiness, gentleman. Camila is to be blamed. She told me that she wouldn’t be attending this meeting at the last minute. I was forced to fly here. Oh, I’m on time,” he said, looking at the time. He grinned. I know that there is a devil hiding behind that smile. I just have not met the devil yet. He is a witty individual who conducts himself properly.

“As a result, we both agreed on 30%.” I’m not sure what you did to enrage Camila, but thank you, whoever you are. The profit margin is really large. Thus, we have begun manufacturing the goods, and you should receive the first shipment by the end of this week. Additionally, for taste. Perhaps visit Mexico. Then we can take you through the entire process of producing the wine. And once more…” A text message arrived on his screen before he could finish.

“Hermano, Liam no se está despertando, han pasado 3 días y mi marido no me está diciendo qué le pasa. Alguien intentó llevarnos con un coche hace 4 días. Tengo miedo, hermano.”

I watched the man slam his phone against the floor. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. Then he raised his eyes to the phone he shattered to pieces on the floor. He then turned his attention to his laptop. He typed for a moment, then looked at me. With a sour expression on his face, This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Excuse me, Mr. Grayston. Please take me to my si… take me to Camila.”

The man had a chilly demeanor toward me. “Please pardon me, Mr. Cooper. I need to attend to an urgent situation. I’m so sorry about this; this is not how I behave during meetings.”

That is what he said, and Robin drove us home. The trip to my house was very quiet. When we arrived, the man just asked about Camila’s whereabouts. I led him to her and he ran to her as if his life depended on it, and he hugged her. Then, when they were walking toward Liam’s room, he discovered that she was hurt and they began to fight one another.

~Camila’s POV~

I knew that summoning my brother would be challenging, but I had no alternative. There is something wrong with my son, and Chris is not being truthful to me. We were on our way to where my son was when my brother noticed my crutches.

“¿Qué coño es Camila?” He inquired, his voice filled with rage.

“No es nada, vamos a ver a Liam.”

“¿Qué quieres decir con que no es nada Camila, hermana, no puedes joderme así? ¿Quién te hizo esto?”

With his two hands on my shoulders, he started to shake me. I know that he wants me to give him a name so he can wreak havoc. I know my brother loves me, but he is overprotective at times. His gaze shifted to my husband. I can’t afford the two of them to fight. At least one of them will have to perish. They are both obstinate and incapable of accepting loss. I shook my head as I stared at my brother. He paid no attention to me. He was approaching Chris, clenching his hands into a fist. I used my crutches to obstruct his path and shook my head once more. He was vexatious. I watched as he looked at me gritting his teeth, then his clenched fist hit the wall so hard that I jumped. Following that, he lifted me in bridal style. This is going to be hard. Chris doesn’t know that Eduardo is my brother. He might think he’s my boyfriend. However, who cares?

~Christopher’s POV~

Why is this Mexican causing havoc in my home? Who the hell does he think he is? We might have been burying one of us today if we weren’t doing business together or if I wasn’t still perplexed about how he knew my wife. No one ever comes to my house and immediately begins acting as if it were their home. I walked to my study and awaited his explanation for acting as if this was his house.

I then heard a knock.

He walked through the door. I looked him in the eyes, and he did the same. We were engaged in a staring competition and none wanted to back down.

“So you’re the jerk that married my sister, huh? Care to explain what happened to my sister and my little champ?”

Little champ, sister? What on earth is he talking about?

“What do you mean, sister?”

“Are you that dim-witted? Have you not conducted a background check on the woman you married? Do you think you can wreak havoc on my family and get away with it? As you can see, I am not my father. Eduardo is my name, and no one messes with my little sister and gets away freely. You’ve been a jerk. You married her and have been nothing but a source of contention for her.”

“Is that what your little sister said?”

“Aaah, here we go again, demeaning her,” says Eduardo. With a swift move, he pressed me against the wall. I will forget that he is Camila’s brother if he dares me. I will chop off his head. My stomach was struck by a blow.

“No one talks about my kid sister that way, you call her little. Why did you marry the little girl, daddy? What happened to my sister and her son?” He threw another blow at my face. I retreated back, causing me to press my body against the wall again. There is no way I would let a man disrespect me in my house. I clenched my fist, my blow landed on his stupid face. We both then heard something fall. Averting our gazes, Camilla was lying on the floor, her crutches in her hands. We both dashed to her aid. I attempted to carry Camila but was shoved away by Eduardo.

“You jerk. Leave my sister alone.”

I pushed Eduardo out of the way with all my might and carried Camila. Turning in the direction of Eduardo,

“You jerk. She is my fucking wife. I rushed her to our bedroom and put her to sleep. Eduardo could not wait to be informed; he raced into our room and found Henry checking on Camila promptly.

“Are you going to tell me who committed this atrocity against my sister?”

“It’s my ex-wife.”

“You’ve been a mischievous brat, haven’t you?” he said with a smirk.

“Listen, I’m afraid I’m out of time right now. I need to check on my wife.”

“Well, then, while you check on your wife, I have an ex-wife to kill.” He smirked.