His ExWife (edited version)

Chapter 16

Yvonne thought a lot after Iyan had left. She did not know how to approach Scott again after last night, he had been very ignorant to her. She had to bow to her ego if she really wanted to get even with Zachary Scott Anderson. But his last message that had said sorry came to her mind.

She wondered if he had melted after her caring speech last night and then came about that it was Scott she was talking about, if only he had a heart...

Yet, she tried to not think of that- thinking about that would have made it worse- and opened her phone to call him. He did not pick up the first time. Restless by now, she tried his number again and it was picked up at the very first ring this time.

"What do you even want Yvonne?" Anna replied, irritation slicking off her tone in every word.

Yvonne's mouth was agape by now, she did not even know what to make of this. Just yesterday Scott had announced his divorce with Anna and today they were already back together? She rejected this theory thinking about what Scott had said last night about that other girl but that still did not answer the questions that rose one after the other, like bubbles in a soda, in her mind.

"Anna? What are you doing with Scott? Where is Scott?" she asked in complete disbelief.

She heard her sigh in annoyance hearing her myriad of questions before she replied very strictly to her, "If you're so bothered to know, come to Welkor Cornell Clinic, emergency unit, room 908," and hung up.

Yvonne would have asked what had happened but Anna was not really the type to let information out very easily but she could guess that it was not something good that had happened, no wonder she had been feeling very uneasy since the morning- she had probably not even stopped thinking about Scott.

She quickly got dressed in her casual blue jeans and formal green top and got a small purse that did not exactly match her outfit, but she had no time to get a perfect match for clothes right now, this was no trip to the mall. She braided her hair and quickly sprinted outside the door to get in her car. At least she knew how to drive, it was a small car but sufficient to get her around.

As she drove to the clinic- which was an hour's drive away, the thought of calling Iyan crossed her mind but she assumed he was already busy, it was too early to bother him for things like this. She preferred to deal with all this on her own.

When she reached the clinic, it was already 6 pm by then. Her stomach grumbled as she struggled to find a parking; she was already feeling too nervous...Scott, his ex-wife...It was just not something she had her mind prepared for but she walked in the emergency unit anyway.

Not being able to find anyone she knew around the busy corridor of the - Anna, that is- Yvonne asked a nurse where room 908 was and she pointed to the end of the corridor. She still tried to look around for Anna but no sign.

As soon as she entered the room 908, there he was, the richest man in New York City, Scott Anderson, lying on the patients' bed like a child. He looked anything but powerful right now, rather he was pitiful. But Yvonne was in shock to see him like this.

Scott's head was heavily bandaged, his forehead was barely visible due to all the bandages. His left hand also lied fractured, well positioned on his lap so he could not misplace it. His eyes were peacefully shut, he would not wake up soon; with the thin saline pipe injected in his unharmed right hand.

Just then, Anna entered the room with a young man in a white coat, he had X-Rays in his hand and he seemed to be explaining them to Anna when he stopped, looking at Yvonne now.