All Chapters of A Divorce After My Rebirth: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The crimson fire illuminated the night sky as windows shattered with a crisp sound, and thick black smoke billowed upwards. The air around Woodmerrow Hospital was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the sharp, suffocating stench of smoke. People fled in every direction, their cries, screams, and coughing blending into one overwhelming cacophony.Medical staff tried to maintain order, guiding everyone toward the stairwells. The stairwells, which had been empty just moments before, now became overcrowded. The hospital had 17 floors, and the fire had broken out simultaneously on the 15th, 14th, and 13th floors. Nelson’s room was on the 13th floor, and it was severely affected.Just then, the entire building’s power system was cut off, and the backup generators failed. The building was plunged into darkness, and the fierce flames seemed to lash out like a beast in the night, threatening to consume everything in its path. Panic set in, and a stampede ensued in the stair

Zoey hugged Leanna and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Although both of them were wearing masks, their affection was still evident. Leanna blinked her big eyes. “W-What’s going on?” Zoey shared her thoughts. “If the truck was transporting a car, it would have been easy for Nelson to be moved. We could track the vehicles that appeared right before or after the truck disappeared from the surveillance footage.” Leanna was still a bit confused, but she could tell that Zoey had figured something out. She foolishly said, “Oh…” Zoey asked Leanna to keep looking for things while she made a call to Russell. Leanna nodded, relieved by Zoey’s happy and relaxed expression. Zoey called Russell and explained her theory. Russell agreed that it made a lot of sense and immediately called the police station to inform them. The police chief instructed officers to review the surveillance footage based on the new lead. Once Russell hung up, a smile crept across his lips. His girl was re

At this moment, in Aldmill.In a secret base.Nelson slowly opened his eyes, the bright light stinging his vision, forcing him to close them again.He tried to raise his hand to shield his eyes but found himself bound and unable to move."Is anyone there? Help!" he yelled.Footsteps echoed, and an exceptionally handsome man appeared in front of him. The man had deep brown eyes, a high nose, and thin lips—he looked almost like a mixed-race person."Shh, you're too loud." The man raised an eyebrow, holding a syringe filled with a light blue liquid.Nelson's voice trembled in fear. "What are you going to do?"The man smirked. "What do you think your life is worth to be saved?"Nelson didn’t know who his savior was or what their intentions were. At the time, he only wanted to survive, so even when he had the chance to save his mother, he didn’t.He had watched them dump a male corpse into a car, positioning Livia as if she were trying to climb out, before throwing a firecracker to trigger

Ariana dragged her tired body to a rental house in the old Woodmerrow neighborhood.Dahlia yawned as she opened the door. “You’re back?”Ariana hummed in response as she stepped inside.Dahlia’s eyes instantly lit up when she saw the shopping bag Ariana was carrying. “What did Mr. McCarthy buy for you?”“He’s so cheap—just a jade bracelet worth a hundred thousand.”“Let me see it.” Dahlia snatched the bag and sat down on the sofa, tearing open the packaging. “The quality’s not as good as the million-dollar ones. Mr. McCarthy really isn’t generous. Ariana, you’d better not wear this one. Take good care of him, and maybe he’ll buy you an even more expensive one.” With that, she slipped the bracelet onto her own wrist, admiring it from different angles.Since the Harmon family went bankrupt, the three of them had been living in this small rental house. Dahlia spent her days gambling, often losing money and constantly asking Ariana for handouts. Jordan was always home drinking, never leavi

Everyone turned their attention to the third-floor VIP box, as Treasure Hall had never sold fakes before. If Zoey's words were true, Treasure Hall’s reputation would be in ruins after tonight.Zoey’s tone was firm, “Of course!” She looked at Russell, “I’ll be right back.” Russell nodded, “Okay.” Zoey exited the box, took the elevator downstairs, and walked to the stage under everyone's gaze. The head of the hall scrutinized Zoey, “Little lady, are you the one saying these two paintings are fakes?” “Yes,” Zoey pointed to the paintings and said, “The large, dark green lotus leaves and the thin, twisting lotus stems seem well-drawn at first glance, but if you look closely, the stems are stiff and not flexible enough. The reed grass isn’t vivid enough either. The colors also show signs of being artificially aged.” The head of the hall replied, “Our appraiser, Vivian Brown, is Enzo Conway’s direct disciple.” Zoey raised an eyebrow, “Enzo? His direct disciple?” The head of