《Turning Heads After Divorce》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

Marisol sighed at the mention of the divorce. "The review process wrapped up a while ago. We're just waiting for the courts to reopen after the holiday break." It had taken persistent follow-ups from her legal team to get it that far. Originally, she'd hoped to have everything finalized before Renewal Day, but the court had been overwhelmed with a backlog of civil disputes. Personal cases like divorces had been postponed in favor of more urgent litigation. All Marisol could do was wait for the court to reopen. Alinta nodded in understanding. "That's typical. Family disputes always get postponed around the holidays. The courts probably hope you'll reconcile over family gatherings and drop the case. It saves them paperwork," she remarked. Marisol's lips twitched. There was no chance for her to drop the case. She had endured seven years in that marriage; it wasn't a short time. Her resolve had crystallized long ago. There was no going back, and the divorce was happening, n

Night had fallen over the hospital. With the post-holiday work resumption just two days away, Alinta, burdened by pending cases, had left early to prepare for work. Julius had just stepped out to take a call from his advisor, leaving Marisol alone in the ward with Orion. They were playing a board game. After spending the past few days together, Marisol had grown more aware that something wasn't quite right. Orion was far too quiet—unnaturally so, and he never laughed. The only times she had seen him show strong emotion were when he ran to her for help while being chased, the moment he saw Nolan, and when Nolan tried to take him away. Other than that, Orion clung to her obediently and did whatever she asked like a well-behaved little puppet. Withdrawn and reclusive, Orion was the exact opposite of Andre, who was bold and stubborn. Though he was still young, Marisol felt strongly that Orion needed professional psychological care. But that decision ultimately rested with the

There was nothing Nathan could possibly want except for money. Marisol had no patience left for his nonsense and tried to shake him off. Though Nathan usually had some semblance of shame when others were present, the thought of returning empty-handed to Amara's disappointed glare and sharp tongue made him dig in his heels. "Marisol, I was wrong. I shouldn't have pushed you. But didn't you hit me in the head too? That makes us even!" he protested, gesturing at his still-bandaged head. Marisol let out a sharp, mirthless laugh. "How much damage could I've done? Here, let me see for myself." She reached to tug at the bandage, but Nathan flinched away, retreating toward the bed where Orion sat. Orion instinctively shrank back. "Stop!" Marisol snarled. Conditioned by years of sibling hierarchy and growing up under her authority, Nathan stiffened involuntarily. "Come here. Now." She called Nathan to the side that was away from Orion and signaled for Julius to comfort Orion.

Amara waited in the hospital lobby. Her patience was wearing thin with each passing second. When Nathan finally appeared, he looked disheveled. He was barely steady on his feet. He seemed dazed and distant. She stormed over and demanded, "What took you so long? How did it go? Did you get it?" Nathan didn't reply. He stared at Amara in silence. His gaze was vacant and unfocused. Amara's frustration flared, and she slapped him hard across the face. "I'm talking to you! Answer me!" Nathan flinched only slightly. His eyes remained glassy and lost, and words tumbled from his lips in a confused stream. "Marisol doesn't want me anymore… she doesn't want me…"The image of Marisol's bloodshot eyes, full of hatred, haunted him. She had never looked at him like that before. Not once.Did she really hate him now? A sudden ache gripped Nathan's heart. His eyes stung, and for a moment, he felt the urge to run back upstairs, to explain everything. Yet Julius' threat echoed in his memory

Back at the hotel where they were temporarily staying in Everton, Amara stormed into the room and immediately began rifling through things and checking behind every object. Within minutes, the space was in complete disarray. Nathan stared at her in stunned confusion. "Mara, what are you doing?" She didn't answer. Only after she'd checked every corner and convinced herself there were no hidden cameras did she drag him over to the couch. "Your sister," Amara said, her voice sharp with urgency. "Tell me about Marisol. Everything.""What?" Nathan was caught completely off guard. He had no idea why Amara was suddenly interested in Marisol. "Cut the crap and talk!" she snapped. Growing impatient with his dithering, she raised her hand, ready to slap him. Nathan didn't dare retaliate. He shrank away, pain flashing across his face as his injuries flared. Anguish welled up inside him. "Mara, you're pregnant. Don't get so worked up—" "Speak!" Amara didn't care to hear anything els