His Ex wife is a billionaire Chapter 652

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Chapter 652

“Hex“, the name still felt shrouded in mists of obscurity in Cassius‘ mind. No matter how many memories he tried to conjure, those days were long gone and irrelevant to him now.

“Dr. Winston, it’s me. Cassius.”

“Hex! I can hardly believe it. To think that I’d see the day you’d reach out again! How have you been all these years?”

“I’ve been well.”

Cassius paused, his voice deep and resonant, “Do you have a moment? There’s an urgent matter I need your help with.”

“Hex, please! It’s my honor to serve you. I’m always ready to go through fire and water for you!”

In less than thirty minutes, a man clutching a massive first–aid kit arrived at Cassius‘ mansion. This man, known as “Dr. Winston“, unlike typical doctors, was a doctor without a medical license.

Back when Cassius was still known as “Hex“, many of his men couldn’t afford to be seen at regular hospitals, so they turned to shady clinics for treatment.

That was when Cassius met Dr. Winston, whose medical license had been revoked. Recognizing his talent, Cassius hired him as his personal doctor. In return, Cassius ensured his lifelong comfort and safety, even after stepping down from his position of

power.

“Hex,” overcome with emotion upon reuniting with his old boss, Dr. Winston burst into tears on the spot!

“It’s been a while.”

Cassius‘ eyes sparkled with a faint smile as he embraced him, “You still look as youthful as ever, not a day older.”

“But you’ve changed, Hex.”

Dr. Winston scanned his face, tears welling in his eyes, “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but you’re completely different now.”

He was still the same man, yet his attire, demeanor, and gaze bore no resemblance to his former self. He was a changed man, reborn.

“Of course, I’m different now. I’ve changed roles.” Cassius smiled wryly, “I have to look the part of a CEO.”

But Dr. Winston could tell, this CEO role was worn with a sense of reluctant necessity.

“I needed your help today because a very important friend of mine is ill.” Cassius spoke thoughtfully, “Right now, it’s not wise for him to go to a hospital. So.”

Dr. Winston shook his head, “You don’t need to explain anything to me. Whatever concerns you, I’ll do everything in my power to help.”

The man’s eyelashes fluttered with gratitude, “Thanks.”

They quickly ascended the stairs to the bedroom. When Dr. Winston saw Chasel lying on the bed, he was visibly shocked, and then turned to Cassius in astonishment.

“You’re surprised, aren’t you? He looks so much like him.”

Cassius‘ gaze softened as he leaned down to wipe the sweat from Chasel’s brow, “I was stunned too when I first saw him. But he’s not the same person. Aside from the face, there’s nothing similar about them.”

Remembering that person, Dr. Winston’s expression turned sorrowful, “Indeed, such a dazzling soul, one of a kind. No one could compare.”

The rest was too painful to voice.

Cassius knew he was of no help standing around, and he might even hinder Dr. Winston’s work, so he left the room.

Sitting alone in the quiet living room, his mind replayed Chasel’s fervent confession. With a troubled heart, he closed his eyes, his hand clutching a cross and trembling.

“Hex, you need to see this!” Dr. Winston called out, his brow furrowed in concern.

Cassius immediately rose and strode back to the bedside. Chasel’s shirt had been removed, revealing a back swollen and torn, the wounds gruesome and still oozing blood!

Cassius‘ mind reeled, engulfed by a torrent of rage.

“I’ve conducted a preliminary examination of your friend, and his fever seemed suspicious, so I checked for injuries. And sure

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enough, we found the issue.”

Dr. Winston, masked and gloved, barely touched Chasel’s wounded flesh when a pained moan escaped from the patient, “It hurts.” “Dr. Winston, he says it hurts.”

Cassius‘ fingers clenched tightly, his empathy sending waves of pain through his b*dy, “Is there anything we can do to ease his pain?!”

“A shot of painkiller should do, but his wounds are festering; there’s a high risk of infection. We need to clean the wounds and administer a tetanus shot immediately!”

Dr. Winston hurriedly retrieved supplies from his kit, “I can’t tell what caused these injuries, but someone had a heavy hand. Hex, did your friend cross someone from the underworld?”

Cassius exuded a chilling aura, his forehead veins throbbing.

Someone from the underworld? Impossible.

These harrowing wounds could only be the result of punishment from the Bright family! In his youth, he occasionally heard of the Bright family’s strict traditions and their archaic, cold–hearted rules from Suri, who longed to escape that golden cage.

He was born without noble privilege, yet plagued by noble afflictions.

“Dr. Winston, please, save him by any means. And.”

Cassius‘ gaze fixated on the brutal wounds on Chasel’s back, his heart aching with every throbbing pulse, “After the wounds heal, is there a way to leave no scars?”

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