บททั้งหมดของ Revenge of the Discarded Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Damian quickly drove his car to the address given by the caller. Meanwhile, Glara had just finished discussing with Bhuvi and Darel about the accident report of Louis yesterday. Finally, after going through various processes, Bhuvi managed to identify the main culprit of the accident Louis experienced. "Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the police station," Glara nodded upon hearing Bhuvi's words. "I already know who the arsonist is," Darel said, showing his phone. Bhuvi took the phone and looked at it together with Glara. "We can report this together." Bhuvi and Glara exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously. They continued the conversation about the progress of Louis's company and discussed the challenges Glara might face while leading the company. In reality, Glara proved to be quite effective in leading the company, with satisfactory performance and positive responses to their projects.&nb

Damian is now lost behind iron bars. Since Damian's arrest, Glara's life has felt calmer than before. Like now, she is visiting Louis's grave with Bhuvi and Gama. Glara is seen scattering flowers over Louis's grave, as is Gama, while Bhuvi is sweeping and cleaning the overgrown grass."Grandpa, Glara has successfully caught the culprit. Is Grandpa at peace now?" Glara says to Louis's tombstone. "Glara is not alone, Grandpa. There's Bhuvi and Uncle Darel who have been so kind in helping Glara. Grandpa doesn't need to worry because from now on, Glara is determined to live a better life. And Glara also promises to continue all the efforts Grandpa made before." Bhuvi is moved by Glara's words.He pats Glara's shoulder and gently taps it. "Grandpa! Is Grandpa still sleeping?" Gama asks with his innocent face.Glara and Bhuvi turn to look at the toddler scattering flowers; they smile, holding back their tears. For an hour, they spend time there, sharing stories even though Louis can no lon

As Bhuvi stepped out of the gate, she saw a group of men dressed in all black, wearing blindfolds, revving their motorcycle engines so loudly that it hurt her ears. Bhuvi looked at each one of them and noted down their vehicle license plate numbers. With bold steps, Bhuvi approached them, but before she could get within 10 steps, they threw a bottle and a smoke bomb that immediately obstructed Bhuvi's line of sight. Shortly after, they sped away from Glara's house. Bhuvi's guards quickly closed the gate and helped Bhuvi move away from the scene. They also retrieved the thrown bottle. Once inside Glara's house, the guard handed the bottle to Bhuvi. "Find out who they are," Bhuvi instructed, and the guard nodded, starting to check the street CCTV. Meanwhile, Bhuvi chose to enter and open the letter as she walked. "Leave or die!" Bhuvi read the message on the can. Bhuvi furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering who the thre

"I'm sure!" said Boy, looking at Bhuvi with determined eyes. "Tell him to meet me." Boy's face lit up, and he almost jumped from his position. "Now?" Boy asked eagerly. Bhuvi shrugged, "whatever." "I'll fetch him! I'll be right back." Bhuvi nodded, and Boy hurriedly left Glara's office with a joyful expression. Whoever Boy's friend was, Bhuvi would try to help if the person seemed trustworthy. Shortly after Boy's departure, someone knocked on Glara's office door. Bhuvi welcomed the person to come in. "Excuse me, Sir," greeted Tommy as he entered the room. "The culprit is part of the motorcycle club. I've caught him and handed him over to the police with the CCTV evidence." Bhuvi nodded. "What about Damian?" "I've found some facts, Sir. Firstly, regarding the timeline of the accident and the process of taking the victi

With a panicked expression, Martha quickly rose from her position and walked towards her father's room. Outside the room, several of Martha's workers had gathered, their eyes filled with tears as they observed Martha's father's condition.With whatever strength she had left and a growing belly, Martha moved through the crowd. She covered her mouth with an indescribable expression on her face. "Dad," Martha whispered as she staggered towards her father's bed."Call the doctor‼ Quickly call the doctor‼" Martha yelled at her servant standing at the doorway.In a hurried manner, one of the servants rushed to the house phone and called the family's private doctor. In less than 15 minutes, a man in a white coat with his doctor's bag walked into the room. "Let me examine him first."Martha waited behind the doctor, trying to hold back her tears. A longtime servant approached and embraced Martha's shoulders, as if providing support. The doctor removed his stethoscope and turned to look at Mar