บททั้งหมดของ After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The sun cast a gentle morning light upon the city, bathing it in a warm, welcoming glow. Sophia had barely taken a moment to eat breakfast when her phone rang, and the voice on the other end delivered news that brought a rush of hope and anxiety. Maestro Paus had regained consciousness. Without further ado, Sophia hurried to the hospital where Maestro was under medical care. Upon arrival, she was met by the attending doctor, who offered a reassuring smile. "Good morning, Ms. Johnson. I'm pleased to inform you that Maestro Paus is awake, and his condition is stable. You may see him now." Sophia nodded, her heart pounding with trepidation. She had been deeply concerned about Maestro's well-being, and the fact that he had regained consciousness was a hopeful sign. As she entered the room where Maestro lay, her eyes met him, and the relief was mutual. Maestro's frail form was propped up by pillows, and he offered a warm smile to Sophia. "My dear, it's good to see you." Tears welled

As Sophia boarded the plane, a sense of anticipation and uncertainty filled her. Her purpose for this journey extended beyond the retrieval of the letter left by her grandfather and the quest to unveil the secrets of the past generation. It was also an opportunity to distance herself from the drama and complexities of her current relationships, to take a well-deserved rest, and to find clarity amid the chaos that had engulfed her life.In the VIP lounge of the bustling airport, Alexander awaited his own flight to London. The moment Sophia had left, the challenges of their intertwined lives resurfaced, and he found himself sharing the lounge with an unexpected companion – Michael."And that's if it's not my annoying little brother," Michael remarks as he plops down in the vacant chair beside Alexander.Alexander retorts, his tone tinged with irritation, "One would assume you have no other business than to follow me."Michael grins mischievously, leaning in closer. "Oh no, but I relish

As Sophia returned to the hotel room with the letter, her mind was abuzz with questions and suspicions. The letter held an air of mystery, a puzzle that beckoned her to decipher its true meaning. She couldn't help but feel that there was more to the story than the words on the page.Seated in the hotel restaurant, Sophia carefully unfolded the letter once again, as if hoping that a fresh reading might reveal hidden clues. Her gaze fixated on the words, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her grandfather's message was laden with significance.She meticulously examined the document, scrutinizing every detail, but it was to no avail. The letter was concise, listing names that held no explanation, offering no insight into the nature of her grandfather's connection with these individuals. The private seal, his distinctive signature, and the familiar handwriting were unmistakably her grandfather's, leaving no room for doubt about its authenticity.Frustration and curiosity gnawed at Sop

As Sophia's consciousness waned and she teetered on the brink of oblivion, her last coherent thought was a desperate realization: someone was dragging her away. The world became a dizzying blur, her senses numbing as she surrendered to the encroaching darkness.When Sophia finally regained consciousness, she found herself in an unfamiliar room within the same dilapidated apartment. The cold touch of a gun gripped tightly in her hand was an immediate, chilling reminder of her precarious situation. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to piece together the disconcerting puzzle that had become her reality.On the creaking, decrepit bed lay a lifeless body, the pallor of death starkly contrasting with the tattered sheets and peeling wallpaper. A single gunshot wound to the chest marked the gruesome end that had befallen the unfortunate soul. Sophia's analytical mind immediately went into overdrive.The cold, unforgiving grip of the gun remained steadfast in her hand, its presence unset

Alexander's anxiety had reached its zenith as he grappled with the relentless barrage of adversity that seemed to envelop Sophia. Every turn of events, every new piece of evidence, conspired against her. The swiftness with which the police had arrived at the crime scene, the damning circumstances surrounding the incident, all pointed to a sinister plot that aimed to frame her. He could not stand idly by and watch the woman he loved suffer under this mounting storm.It was his secretary who had summoned him, urging him to watch the news. There was a sense of foreboding in her voice as she spoke over the phone, making it clear that the situation had escalated.Alexander's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the remote control and turned on the television. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, and the screen displayed the headline of the hour: "High-Profile Murder Case Unfolds in London."The news segment offered a chilling account of the previous night's events. Dramat