All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emilia was having a leisurely philosophical discussion with the head priest over afternoon tea. Halfway through her enjoyment, she saw Marisol and Julius walk in. They then pulled her toward the door after expressing apologies to the priest."What's the rush? Why are we leaving so early? There's nothing to do when we get back anyway." She was quite puzzled."What do you mean nothing to do? There's so much to do!"Marisol pulled her out of the sanctuary before lowering her voice, "Great-aunt Emilia, are you really content visiting just one cathedral? Visiting several would give us more blessings."Emilia was stunned—that actually made sense. But something felt odd about this. Wouldn't the saints and blessed figures get angry if they visited too many places?She thought about it, but after visiting cathedral after cathedral, Emilia stopped questioning it. It was better to pray first and think later. After all, she gave generous and substantial donations!She became more and more en

Those suspected kidnappers were dangerously close now.Marisol didn't dare make a call and risk drawing attention, so she quickly pulled out her phone, switched it to silent, and sent rapid messages to Alinta, Julius, and Raymond Barnes, the bed and breakfast owner. She even included her live location, praying that someone would check their phone early and call the cops in time.But that still wasn't safe enough. Next, she immediately switched to the text message interface, quickly typed out her current location and the situation, added the local area code at the end, and sent an emergency text to 911.In the past, while collecting design materials, she had worked as a journalist and ventured into some remote mountainous and forested areas to interview and investigate local cultural traditions, encountering dangerous criminals more than once, so she had quite a bit of experience.No matter who saw the message first, it'd still be a shot at survival. After that, she'd just have to tru

Shortly after Marisol woke up, she noticed there was someone else in the bed with her. After discovering it was the child she had rescued, she didn't dare move around and kept lying still. Julius glared at the child in her arms and growled through gritted teeth, "This little brat woke up not long after getting to the hospital, but nothing anyone said worked. The moment we tried to take him away from you, he'd struggle and cry nonstop—it was such a commotion. We were worried he'd reopen his wounds, so in the end, the only option was to let him stay with you."Marisol understood. The boy was still so young, and after everything he'd been through, the last thing he had was a sense of safety. She was the one who'd saved him—maybe the only person in his world right now who made him feel even remotely safe. Even so..."Where are his parents? Haven't they come looking for him?"Julius shook his head. "Not sure yet. The police are still investigating and trying to get in touch."Mariso

Marisol gently patted his head and said, "Don't be silly."After all, even her own son didn't grow up well under her care. Andre barely spoke to her, and just thinking about him made her heart sink a little....Not long after, Alinta returned. She had just finished handling the hospital admission paperwork, and even before the door opened, her loud voice echoed in from the hallway."Well, this is a first. After getting the paperwork done, I went to pay the bill, and the nurse told me some guy had already paid everything upfront. Didn't leave his name or anything. Just dipped like some anonymous Good Samaritan."Marisol raised an eyebrow, guessing, "Was it Nolan?" Julius scoffed. "Fake as hell.""Nolan?" Alinta pulled a chair over, took a seat, and chugged a few gulps of water before asking curiously, "What was he even doing here?"Marisol glanced down at the sleeping child in her arms. "This is Orion Perrin, Nolan's nephew."Alinta's eyes went wide. After a second, she slapp

However, Alinta's next sentence made Marisol's hand freeze as she stroked Orion, her scalp prickling with horror."The night it happened… the kid was home."...That night, Orion had been at home with the nanny. Sienna, completely unhinged after what she saw, came home and immediately told the nanny to leave. In court, she claimed it was to prevent the scandal from spreading beyond the family. She never expected that the argument would escalate into a violent crime.Things got so loud in the house that it drew the attention of the neighbors. The front door wasn't even fully shut, so it was easy to push open. When the neighbors stepped in, they were stunned by what they saw—Giovanni lay dead in a pool of blood, and three-year-old Orion was sitting beside him, clutching a stuffed toy. He was soaked head to toe in blood, and his eyes were wide and clear, but he wasn't crying. He just sat there like he'd turned to stone.Sienna was still holding the knife and was about to attack Ori