All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

"Marisol, Andre is our son, our flesh and blood. He's still young," Lucian muttered. "You can't be that cruel to him," he continued inwardly. But Marisol offered no response. Lucian's brows tightened, as if he was in pain he could no longer bear. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. It really did feel like a curse to him. …"Dad, where's Mom?" 20 years earlier, a ten-year-old Lucian stood glaring up at his towering, silent father. He snapped, "It's been 20 days. I haven't seen Mom in 20 days! Where is she?"Keane's expression tightened. Irritation simmered beneath a thin veil of patience as he explained, "She's traveling. She'll be back soon." "Liar! She always answers my calls, no matter where she is. But she hasn't for 20 days. Dad, you're lying!" Lucian shouted. Keane's face darkened. Just as his temper flared, Arthur rushed in anxiously. "Sir, we've found her!" Joy flashed across his expression. Ignoring Lucian's protests, he ordered Arthur to wat

But now, Lucian was on the verge of losing her. "Marisol, you can't leave me." He wouldn't let her go, not for any reason. And for that, he was willing to do anything.…"A banquet? Tonight?" Marisol heard the news the moment she woke, and she already had a sense of what it was about. "Kyro will be there too, won't he?" she asked. Lucian neither confirmed nor denied it. "Your gown is ready. We're going together tonight." So, this was it. Their reckoning. Still, something didn't sit right with her. If Kyro was going to show up, why did she need to serve as bait? What exactly was her role in this scheme? She couldn't make sense of it. "What if I refuse?" Marisol questioned.Lucian smiled. "My dear, the banquet is going to be fun." As if the location changed the nature of such events. But Marisol understood. She had no real say in this. Whether she wanted to or not, she had to go. It was not that she intended to decline. She had to attend. One way or another

Why? Wasn't she supposed to be the target? "You said you were going to handle Kyro. You said you had everything prepared. So why did you fall? Why!" Marisol's voice cracked. She couldn't understand. "Someone help! Please!" she screamed, but the crowd surged past in a panic. Their feet kicked up petals across the floor. No one stopped. Zayne. Yes—Zayne. The thought jolted through Marisol. She pulled away. Her blood-soaked hands slipped from Lucian's wound as she turned to call for help. Lucian grabbed her hand just in time. He managed a faint smile, and the moment he opened his mouth to speak, blood welled up and spilled over his lips. "My dear… It's too late. I told you I'd protect you.""I don't need your protection. I don't!" The words tore out of her like something breaking inside her. "Who gave you the right?" Tears fell in heavy drops. Her voice splintered under the weight of emotions she couldn't name."I-I don't need you. Why did you take the hit? I never w

But… Marisol typed a message on her phone and handed it to Zayne, who stood beside her. "Why was he cremated so quickly? Shouldn't there have been a wake first?" It was all too fast. After the accident in Lumero a few days ago, she was already back in Cerulea when she woke up. Zayne had told her that, fearing Kyro might continue targeting them, especially in his own turf, they'd arranged a helicopter to return as swiftly as possible. Today, freshly discharged from the hospital, she had come here hoping to see Lucian one last time. Yet, his body had already been reduced to ashes. "It was Mr. Keane's decision. He wanted the funeral concluded as quickly as possible before Madam Muller could find out," Zayne explained. Marisol pressed her lips together. With Elizabeth still knowing nothing of what had happened, it was natural for her not to attend the funeral. But how long could such a truth stay hidden, especially when Lucian was her son? Then again, there was nothing to

Andre had cried himself to exhaustion and dozed off fitfully that night. His small hand clutched the black dress Marisol still wore from the funeral. His pale little face was streaked with tears.Mustering what strength she had, she carried the child to bed. She was about to deal with the matters that had been delayed by the funeral when her dress hem was gripped tightly. Andre seemed to be having a nightmare. Tears were falling from his closed eyes as he murmured."Dad, Mom, don't go."After a moment of silence, Marisol grabbed her laptop. She let Andre hold onto her dress as she leaned against the headboard and opened the electronic files Zayne had sent, reviewing them one by one.They were all related to the will.Only then did she learn that Lucian had drawn up his will long ago. After his death, all his assets and shares would belong to her, along with Andre's portion, which she would manage and hold in trust until he came of age.She now held decision-making authority on th