# Chapter 594: The Last Night, and a Voice in the Garden
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 594 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife" — and oh, my dear friends, this is a chapter that sneaks up on you like a shadow underneath a bright midday sun. It has tender goodbyes, painful half-truths, and a chilling secret hidden right under the petals of a peaceful hospital garden. So grab a warm drink, settle in, and let's unravel every heart-stopping moment together.
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The conversation began in a quiet, tense murmur inside Renee's hospital room. Justin had just voiced a theory that made the air feel heavier than a storm cloud: "That's why I think someone might have caused your fall!" Renee clenched her fists and inhaled deeply. She had risen to the highest peaks professionally, she had survived betrayals, accidents, and the twisting knives of fate — but the realization that danger was deliberately chasing her made her blood run cold. She steadied herself and replied: "Okay, I'll be careful. Quinton and I just got some time off, and there are already people getting restless."
Justin's concern grew. He looked at her with guarded, worried eyes and suggested she leave the hospital early. The hospital was crowded, he said; anyone could slip in and out, anything could happen. It would be safer at home. Now he finally understood why Quinton had suggested discharging her earlier — and a bitter knot of regret tightened in Justin's chest. He had failed to see the warning signs, and Renee had paid the price with that terrible fall. Renee, however, simply answered with an indifferent, "I'll think about it."
Truthfully, her lower back had almost healed. But the real reason she kept staying in that unfamiliar, sterile room wasn't the hospital bed. It was the quiet, stealthy visitor who appeared every single night. She didn't want to let go of her nights with Stefan so soon. Yet she also knew she couldn't be reckless forever. Her mind battled as she drew a deep, ragged breath. All good things must come to an end, she reminded herself. Those precious memories — stolen hours under dim lights, whispered words, meals shared in silence — they were more than enough. She made up her mind. "I'll ask to be discharged tomorrow."
That night, the ward was enveloped in a profound stillness. And as if on cue, Stefan appeared again, a shadow wrapped in the scent of food and devotion. He brought a feast of her favourite dishes, piling them up with quiet tenderness. But Renee was distracted, her gaze far away, her heart tangled in her own decision. Stefan frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Are you getting sick of the food?"
"Yeah, I've been eating it every day after all. You don't have to bring me food tomorrow, and... you don't have to come here anymore," she said softly.
Stefan raised his brows, and realization blossomed on his handsome face. "You're leaving."
"Aren't you too?" She glanced at his healed neck and let out a chuckle that was as fragile as glass. "You're not so weak that you have to stay in the hospital for a month just for bruises, right?"
Stefan looked down, a quiet admission escaping his lips: "Yeah, I... I guess I don't know what I want." He had known all along that their time together had an expiration date. But now that it had arrived, he found himself unwilling to let it slip through his fingers. The air in the ward grew thick with tension and unsaid words. Both of them carried mountains of sentiments, confessions, apologies, and love they could never fully voice to one another. Neither spoke. It was a beautiful, painful silence.
Suddenly, Renee remembered something Adie had mentioned—a memory that jolted her like an electric shock. "I heard that you're going to have brain surgery?" Stefan turned and looked at her abruptly. "Who told you that?" His tone was sharp, guarded. But before she could answer, the scene shifted — away from that tense room, away from those two wounded hearts — to the large hospital garden where something far darker was unfolding.
Adie passed by that big, beautiful garden every single time he came to visit Renee. Colourful flowers swayed in the breeze as if they were dancing just for him, and he often wished he could pick some to take up to his mother. His mother loved beautiful things, and what was more beautiful than fresh flowers in full bloom? So on this day, Adie decided to pick one of each kind: large roses, lush rhododendrons, bright peonies. He imagined Renee's face lighting up when she saw them, and that smile made every thorn worth it.
He wandered into the tall flower shrubs, completely hidden from view, his small hands carefully turning each stem. The image of that innocent little boy surrounded by blossoms looked like a scene straight out of a movie. But then, a woman's sharp, furious voice cut through the calm, slicing into his perfect moment. She was talking on the phone, and she was not trying to hide her malice.
"I don't care, we have to put an end to this surgery and stop Owen from coming to the hospital! Is it that hard to make a person disappear? People die in plane crashes and car accidents all the time! Doesn't he like fishing? He can drown at sea then! Just stop calling me and asking questions, all I want to hear is that you've got the job done."
Adie froze. The flowers trembled in his tiny hands, but he remained as quiet as a little mouse. His heart pounded in his chest, and the warmth of the garden turned into a cold, sinister place. The boy had just stumbled upon a conspiracy — someone was plotting to stop Owen from coming to the hospital, plotting to end his life entirely. The question was: who was the woman? Who was Owen? And what terrible connection did this have to the people Adie loved most?
As the footsteps of that furious woman faded away, the garden's stillness returned, but not its innocence. Adie stood among the petals, clutching his bouquet, a secret far too heavy for his small shoulders pressing down on him. He had to tell someone. But whom could he trust?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh my goodness, this chapter is a masterpiece of emotional tension! The quiet, tear-jerking farewell between Renee and Stefan is balanced perfectly by the sudden, chilling suspense of Adie's discovery in the garden. You can feel Renee's heartbreak under her indifferent mask, and you can sense Stefan's silent desperation to hold onto something that was never really his to keep. And little Adie — my heart aches for him. He just wanted to give his mother flowers, and instead he heard a woman planning a murder. The storytelling in this chapter is gripping, vivid, and it pulls at every string of your emotions. The way the narrative switches from soft romance to a sinister thriller is absolutely brilliant. This is a chapter that makes you urgently want to read on while your heart is still recovering from the beauty and pain of it all.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
The fragile peace between Renee and Stefan is about to shatter. With Renee being discharged and Stefan secretly facing brain surgery, their paths are separating — but the danger around them is only beginning. Adie has heard a terrifying plot to kill Owen and to stop the surgery. In the next chapter, we can expect him to run to Renee with the truth, creating a chain reaction of alarm and investigation. If the woman's voice belongs to someone in Stefan's inner circle—or even someone connected to Renee's own mysterious enemies—then the two worlds are about to collide in a devastating way. Will Renee postpone her departure to protect the little boy she loves? Can Stefan discover the conspirator before it is too late? And who exactly is Owen: a doctor, a rival, or perhaps someone closer to Stefan than anyone knows? Hold on to your seats — the storm is coming.
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