All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

There was no stopping Alinta.Once it was settled that she would come along, Marisol immediately called Nolan to explain the situation. She was direct about the dangers of going abroad and made it clear she couldn't take Orion with her this time.She asked him to come and pick up the boy. Nolan arrived quickly after driving through the night, but he brought along all of the child's relevant documents. When he saw her, he had only one thing to say."It's fine. You can bring him with you."My mother, the child's grandmother, is already abroad. She's in Istrana, but I've already spoken with her and she'll arrange for people to watch over him."Seeing that Marisol was still about to refuse, Nolan continued, "Besides, even without all this happening, I was planning to send him overseas soon anyway."Marisol stared at him in surprise, but Nolan merely rubbed his nose awkwardly."My sister... Well, Orion's mother is getting out of prison soon. I'm honestly not comfortable with that."

"Please don't stay asleep. Look at me."Even knowing that Emilia couldn't hear her, Marisol couldn't stop herself from repeating the same words over and over. Her voice broke into fragmented sobs as she neared complete collapse. Her legs gave way, and she slowly sank to her knees beside the bed.Through the cold, sterile gown, she gently grasped Emilia's aged, wrinkled hand, but the protective barrier kept her from feeling the familiar warmth and texture of her skin. All she could sense was the strange, cold separation of the medical fabric between them.The dam finally burst. Marisol knelt on the floor, crying silently. Her tears were so overwhelming that her vision blurred and her breathing became labored. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled for air.The doctor who was monitoring them from outside immediately noticed something was wrong. He quickly put on a sterile gown, entered the room, and guided her out. After helping her remove the gown, he spoke urgently, instr

"We went over this yesterday!" Alinta snapped. "How many times do I have to say it? The target is Marisol!""But Ms. Gardner, you said Ms. Marisol has no enemies here, and I still don't believe Nevaeh could pull off something like this." Silvia paused. "Are you absolutely certain Ms. Marisol has no enemies abroad?""I'm certain!" Alinta was adamant, though she felt exhausted by the circular argument.Standing here bickering without any real solutions while they waited for news from the search teams was pushing her to her breaking point. Not wanting to continue arguing with Silvia, she turned to leave, but heard the woman speak again from behind her."What about the Muller family?"Alinta froze. She slowly turned back to face Silvia. "What did you say?""I said the Muller family." Silvia frowned thoughtfully as she worked through her reasoning."I can't make sense of it otherwise. If Ms. Marisol has no enemies abroad, and they weren't targeting Ms. Emilia, then the only other con

A soft groan escaped from the circular bed draped in deep crimson curtains. On the dark silk coverlet lay a beautiful woman in a white silk gown. Her eyelids fluttered several times before she slowly opened her eyes with a low moan. Her eyes held traces of confusion.As consciousness returned, Marisol felt a splitting pain in her head. She struggled to make sense of her surroundings. She remained still for a moment, letting the fog clear from her mind.Where was she? This certainly wasn't a hospital room. Then the memory struck her with sudden clarity: someone had attacked her.The realization jolted her fully awake.She sat up quickly, scanning her surroundings, but the deep red curtains hanging to the floor blocked her view of whatever lay beyond. Had Emilia's enemies brought her here? The whole situation baffled her. How could they have moved so quickly? She'd only just arrived abroad and thought she'd taken proper precautions. None of it made sense.More pressing questions c

To her disbelief, the woman glanced at her once and simply walked away.Marisol could hardly comprehend it. Regardless of whether this was an abduction or some other scheme, how could her captors be so irresponsible? What would happen if she actually died here?Wait a moment. She and the wolf had been locked in this standoff for quite some time now, so why hadn't it attacked yet? She rethought the situation.Perhaps this wolf didn't have a taste for humans.Since death seemed inevitable either way, Marisol decided to take a bold risk. She moved her leg slightly, attempting to step forward. The moment she tried to advance, however, the wolf's jaws clamped around her calf.Though it didn't bite down completely, she could tell that one more step forward would result in torn flesh if the creature didn't release its grip.Even without drawing blood, the wolf already seemed ravenous. She shuddered to think what might happen once it actually tasted her blood.Marisol forced herself to