Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

"Why are you shouting at me? Chelsea, did you deliberately pretend to divorce Edmund to get rid of me and Dad?" Garry asked
mockingly.
Chelsea trembled with anger at Garry's words. She tried to reply, but she was just too furious to even utter a single word.
She wanted to keep her and Edmund's divorce under wraps, and then Garry came along and just laid it out in the open. He hung
her out to dry.
Now, the policemen present knew about it.
Edmund walked over from behind Chelsea and pulled her to his side. "You shouldn't lower yourself to his level."
As soon as Edmund touched Chelsea's arm, he immediately felt that she was trembling violently.
He pressed his lips together into a thin line and took the opportunity to hold her cold, shaking hand.
Noticing Edmund's gesture toward Chelsea, Garry put on a crooked smile and then laughed complacently.
He turned to the two policemen and said arrogantly, "Do you see that? Mr. Nelson is my brother-in-law. Please let me go."
"Garry!" Chelsea was so angry that she shouted again.
She knew her brother was shameless, but she didn't expect him to be this brazen.
Their relationship had become so bad. How could he still take advantage of Edmund's power to behave like this?
However, Garry wasn't exactly a sharp-witted, sensible man. He snapped, "What? You hold hands so intimately. Why don't you
just save us all the trouble and admit that you're still together?"
Chelsea lowered her eyes in a hurry and found that Edmund was indeed holding her hand.

She hastily struggled out of his grip. Just now, she was so angry with what Garry had done that she didn't notice at all that
Edmund reached out and held her hand.
The two policemen didn't compromise. They held Garry down and said, "Sir, you are suspected of stirring up trouble, so you
have to go down to the police station with us."
Garry still wanted to say something, but Edmund said to the two policemen directly, "Thank you, Officers."
The implication was that they should take Garry away as soon as possible.
Garry was so enraged that he screamed, "Chelsea! Is this how you treat your own brother? Don't you have a conscience?
Edmund! Help me, man!"
When the police took away Garry, who was still shouting, Edmund took a look at Fay, and she immediately understood what he
meant. She followed the policemen downstairs.
Edmund didn't want anyone to know what had happened today. He wanted to protect Chelsea well.
He quickly closed the door, and Garry's curses completely vanished into thin air. At this moment, Chelsea felt so weak that she
fell on her knees.
After closing the door, Edmund turned around and saw Chelsea sitting on the floor. A wave of complicated feelings washed over
his heart.
His heart ached a little, but he couldn't help teasing, "Are you the faint of heart? Or are you just scared?"
Chelsea bit her bottom lip and lowered her head.
Now she knew what it was like to be too ashamed to hold her head up in front of someone.
She knew Edmund would mock her and laugh at her.

She couldn't help laughing at herself for being sentimental. How could Edmund help her on purpose?
Her ex-husband's voice came to her ears again, "The floor is too cold for sitting. You should get up and sit on the sofa."
Chelsea remained unmoved.
Edmund spoke again. "Do you want me to carry you to the sofa?"
Chelsea slightly shook her head and started climbing to her feet.
But before she could make it to the sofa, she felt dizzy. Then, she began falling out of consciousness.
As everything around her started spinning out of focus, she heard Edmund scream her name. "Chelsea!"
She smiled with self-mockery. Why did she detect nervousness and worry from his tone?
She must really be going out of it and wildly imagining things. After all, how could Edmund care about her?