The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 172
Margaret looked at Renee’s belly and nodded in understanding.
“You’re right. The most important thing right now is to nurture your baby and have a safe birth.”
The older woman didn’t ask who the father of Renee’s baby was, and the latter didn’t say a word about it either. The two women
had an unspoken understanding of the situation.
Renee was completely assured that Margaret would keep her mouth shut. As long as Renee didn’t permit it, her nanny would
take this secret to her grave.
Renee put off all activities in the next few days and stayed in bed, nursing her baby under Margarent’s meticulous care. It was
clear that Margaret had come from a great line of doctors, as Renee’s previous minor illnesses were cured with just a few
doses of medicine.
She no longer felt fatigued, and her appetite improved. She could now stomach several meals a day without feeling nauseous.
Today. Margaret went out early to do some grocery shopping, and Renee slept in bed. The sun bathed her skin with warm light,
and she felt at peace and comfortable.
Renee secretly planned to take her child and Margaret to live abroad once her business was settled. By then, she wouldn’t
need to worry about money and could laze around all day.
Her relaxed state didn’t last very long, as she heard noises from downstairs.
“What are you scared of? Just smash all of it! I don’t believe that the dead can bully the living! If you guys don’t smash this
place to bits, I’ll make all of you eat shit!”
Renee’s brows furrowed slightly, and she opened her eyes with an unhappy look.
The noses got louder as the minutes ticked by, accompanied by the obvious crashing of things getting broken which told her it
wasn’t a hallucination but an actual intrusion.

She silently got up and casually dressed, wearing her slippers, before going out to see what was happening.
Renee came down to see a man in a white suit directing four to five gangsters holding steel pipes and smashing the furniture
and appliances in the hall.
“They say this villa is haunted, and the surrounding people have left out of fear! Our boss doesn’t believe in those things. We’re
trashing this place as much as we want today, boys! We’re eliminating evil for the sake of the public!”
The man in the suit didn’t notice Renee standing on the stairs as he spoke to the gangsters arrogantly.
These rascals had accepted payment for a job, so they naturally didn’t hold back, smashing everything they could. Soon, the
entire villa looked like it had just survived a hurricane.
“Who are you people, and what are you doing?!” Margaret shouted.
She had returned with a basket full of groceries and was appalled to see the scene before her. Her shock soon fueled her with
anger, and she screamed. “The Everheart residence isn’t somewhere you rascals can do as you please! Get out of here, or face
my wrath!”
When the man in the white suit saw Margaret, he froze and turned pale with fright before spluttering incredulously, “l–it’s you! T -
that fierce old lady...! Didn’t I... bury you alive?! How are you still alive? A–are... Are you a g–ghost?!”
“Oh? So it’s you! A lackey of the Sunders‘, hmm? Seems our paths inevitably cross again!”
Hatred filled Margaret’s face as she stared at the man who had almost driven her to her death. She lunged at him like she was
completely deranged.
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“That’s right! I’m a ghost, and I’m here for your life!”
“N–no! D–don’t come near me! Get away!”
The man in the white suit screamed in fear and backed away on trembling legs.
“T–the person who wanted you dead was Jeremy Sunder! I was only following his orders! If you want to claim a life, go after it!

Not me!”
The white suit man covered his head with both hands as he stammered and begged for mercy.
“I won’t let any of you off! Not you, Jeremy, or anyone else who harmed the Everheart family!” Margaret hissed as she tightened
her grip around the man’s neck.
“S–spare... me! Please...!”
The man’s pants had a damp patch at his crotch, indicating he had wet himself in fear. But soon, he realized that something
was wrong.
Margaret’s hands were warm around his neck, but... ghosts didn’t have physical bodies or body heat, did they?
“Y–you’re not a ghost...? You’re not dead!”
At the realization, the man became enraged and yelled at the gangsters. “What the hell are you doing? You didn’t finish her off
back then, so you better get rid of her today!”
“Let’s see who dares touch her. hmm?” Renee spoke from where she was on top of the stairs. She casually flexed her fingers.
ready to unleash a killing spree