All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Had Zayne lost his mind? That was Marisol's first thought. She could not be blamed for thinking so.As the loyal right-hand man to the current head of the Muller family's main bloodline, Zayne had been sponsored, trained, and molded by the family since childhood. His allegiance was absolute, and his obedience was reserved solely for the head of the family.Even collateral branches of the Muller family had to speak politely and deferentially in his presence, utterly devoid of authority. His status placed him second only to one.Naturally, this also meant his power and influence far surpassed hers as the so-called "legitimate wife" of the Muller family.Lucian had treated her with icy indifference for seven years. Whenever she displeased him, he would simply order Zayne to deal with her.This man had never shown her courtesy. He had witnessed her at her most humiliated and vulnerable. Zayne had truly never acted like this before.To Marisol, his sudden "kindness" could only mean he

That night, Lucian rushed home after receiving the call.Wanda was comforting the frightened, crying Andre when Lucian strode through the door. Relieved, she immediately briefed him on Marisol's condition."Mr. Muller, the doctor has already examined Mrs. Muller. She fainted due to exhaustion-induced heart palpitations. She woke briefly to take medication before falling asleep again.""I see."Lucian's gaze shifted to Andre.The moment Lucian entered, the previously wailing boy fell silent. He hung his head guiltily to avoid his father's eyes."Come to the study with me," Lucian said calmly before heading upstairs."Mr. Andre..." Wanda fretted.Andre remained silent. He broke free from Wanda's grasp and quietly followed his father. His small face was streaked with tears.Lucian first stopped by the master bedroom on the second floor. Marisol lay quietly in bed. Her face was pale, and her brows were furrowed in restless sleep. He stood at the doorway and watched her for a momen

Lucian and Andre's little quarrel occurred while Marisol remained unconscious and unaware. Nonetheless, her sleep was far from peaceful.In her hazy state, she dreamed of returning to her university days from years ago, when both she and Lucian were younger and full of youthful vitality. White daylight poured through the university stairwell.A young Lucian stood in fresh athletic wear under the brilliant sunshine. His entire being radiated a dazzling light while his innate nobility was impossible to conceal.He leaned down, and droplets of cold water from his recent shower hung from his short black hair. His fox-like eyes were clear and captivating as he questioned the shy, startled young woman standing at the bottom of the stairs.That was Marisol in her younger days."You like me? Just how much do you like me?"His voice carried a hint of youthful inexperience. It had a slightly raised intonation that was tinged with coolness, yet it set young Marisol's heart ablaze. That warm

Early in the morning at the Sorensen residence, Nevaeh's family of three sat in the dining room having breakfast."Hasn't that child gotten up yet? Isn't he going to eat?" Darlene inquired with elegant poise as she enjoyed her breakfast. She addressed her equally graceful daughter beside her.She was referring to Andre. Last night, Lucian had arranged for his own child to be sent directly to their home. Though surprised, they accepted the situation quickly.This act of trust from Lucian was beneficial for them."Mom, don't worry about him," Nevaeh replied indifferently. "He stayed up all night playing games, so he won't be getting up early. When he wakes up, we can have the staff prepare food for him."Darlene reminded her, "You should still pay attention to him. Lucian only has this one child right now, so we can't be too careless.""I know."Nevaeh smiled, and her almond-shaped eyes glistened. "Andre adores me now, at least far more than he does his mother. He's still the nomi

Marisol's eyes were fixed on the approaching elderly woman, and she didn't hear Ronan's question. The commanding elderly woman in the crowd also noticed them.Emilia stopped, said something to the people beside her, and soon the media personnel were held back by staff members and prevented from taking any more photos. The crowd looked confused, but due to her status, no one dared approach further.Having shaken off the crowd behind her, Emilia strode purposefully toward Marisol. Marisol immediately went to meet her. Her eyes were bright, yet they showed a hint of timidity and a touch of nervous anticipation. For a moment, she couldn't bring herself to call out to Emilia.Emilia came closer, gently removed her sunglasses, and carefully examined her great-niece standing before her. After a while, she frowned and reached out to ruffle Marisol's hair.Her words were filled with dissatisfaction and subtle concern as she said, "Why have you gotten so thin? Has he been taking care of you