Hunting for His EX-Wife

'Blood cancer!'

Martha gaped at the health check report in her hands, her face losing colour.

The symptoms made her think she was finally pregnant with Stefan Harrison's baby. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with blood cancer.

Standing in the hospital corridor, Martha felt a great sense of helplessness and her mind was blank. She pulled out her phone with trembling hands and dialed a familiar number.

Soon, the call was got through. Tears trickled down her cheeks. "Stefan--" she sobbed, her voice full of sorrow.

"I'm busy," Stefan's icy voice rang out. The next second, the call ended.

'He's busy. Then what should I do?'

With a chill down her spine, she leaned weakly against the wall.

But the next second, her beloved man gave her a hard blow-

Not far away, Stefan was walking while holding a woman intimately in his arms, his eyes full of unconcealed love and care.

Martha watched him getting closer and her mind stopped thinking.

"Pak!"

The phone in her hand dropped to the ground, making a sound. Her eyes were filled with panic.

The woman in Stefan's arms was Hollie Doyle, her half-sister from a different mother.

'Hollie has been missing for three years. Why did she suddenly appear here?'

Leaning in Stefan's arms, Hollie looked fragile and pitiful, as if she were a withered flower that evoked pity.

At that moment, Martha felt a sharp pang in her heart.

Her husband, whom she had not seen for half a month, was hugging another woman and it was caught by her. How ironic it was!

"Is this what you're busy with?"

Martha clenched her hands into fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her flesh.

As soon as Stefan saw her, his eyes darkened, his face stern.

"You're in no position to mind my business."

Stefan hated his wife. Martha, in his opinion, wouldn't have become his wife had she not forced Hollie away by despicable means.

Hollie couldn't help trembling when she saw Martha.

"Martha... Ahem. Ahem..." Before Hollie could finish her words, she began coughing.

As she coughed, her eyes filled with fear.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back. It's all my fault."

Seeing the fear in Hollie's eyes, Stefan narrowed his eyes and turned to Martha.

"Hollie is severely sick. It's all your fault, you wicked woman! If Hollie died, I'd make your life hell."

'Died... Make my life hell...' Martha was confused, her eyelashes fluttering.

'What had happened to Hollie? She disappeared for three years and suddenly showed up, but Stefan blamed me for her illness. Why?'

'What the hell is going on? I did nothing to hurt her!'

"Martha, I have cancer. I won't live long. Please... Please don't drive me away again... I've suffered a lot in the past three years. I don't want to be homeless and wandering around anymore. Please..."

'Cancer?'

Martha took a step back and couldn't believe Hollie also had cancer.

She could tell Stefan felt sorry for Hollie. He could only see how pitiful Hollie was, but ignored her pain.

Without sparing a glance at Martha, Stefan said icily, "The doctor said Hollie could still survive. She needs a bone marrow transplant. Martha, your bone marrow matches hers."

'Match? Does that mean I have to donate my bone marrow to Hollie?'

Martha parted her lips, painfully looking at the heartless man in front of her. "Stefan, do you know..."

'I have blood cancer and will die!'

Unfortunately, he didn't give her a chance to say that.

When her hand just reached Stefan's arm, he shook it off.

"Argh!"

Martha staggered backward and fell to the floor. Her face hit the bench in the corridor. Instantly, she felt severe pain in her nose. Drops of dark red blood fell down, and the smell of blood wafted through the air.