All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The doctor who had arrived fifteen minutes earlier at Vicktor’s residence finally closed his medical bag with a relieved sigh. He had just finished examining Kelly—asking the little girl to open her mouth, shining a small flashlight into her eyes, and posing a few simple questions.Kelly complied obediently, though she occasionally furrowed her brows, as if finding the examination strange.Behind the doctor, Vicktor and Amora stood side by side. Neither of them dared to speak; they only exchanged hopeful glances.“There’s nothing unusual,” the doctor finally said, turning to them. “All her responses are normal.”Vicktor let out the long breath he had been holding.“Thank God, Kelly has recovered from her amnesia,” the doctor continued, his tone light yet filled with certainty.Vicktor’s eyes immediately grew glassy. He turned to Amora, an emotional smile forming on his face, before stepping closer and embracing his daughter’s small body, still lying on the bed.“Thank goodness, my chi

That very day, Vicktor truly kept his word. Without further argument, he withdrew the report that had made everything so complicated. The decision came after Elisha’s request—simple as it sounded, yet heavy with pressure—was delivered in a tone he couldn’t ignore.Now, they were in the same car.The atmosphere inside was quiet, but not an awkward kind of silence—more like exhaustion hanging in the air.Lucy sat in the back seat, holding Kelly, who was fast asleep in her lap. From time to time, her hand gently stroked the child’s hair, as if to reassure herself that everything had truly come to an end.A faint smile curved on Lucy’s lips.“My daughter…” she murmured softly, almost inaudible. “Turns out, she can be relied on.”Lucy gazed at Kelly’s peaceful face, then let out a long breath. For the first time that day, her chest felt a little lighter.In the front seat, however, the atmosphere was different.Vicktor focused on the road, both hands steady on the steering wheel. His gaze

Amora stepped into her house with shoulders that felt heavier than usual. The door closed softly behind her, as if it, too, was keeping all the unease she had carried from outside. Today had truly drained her mind. For the first time, even her focus on her plan for revenge against Vicktor and Lucy wavered slightly.She let out a long breath.“Just let it be… for tonight,” she murmured softly.One night for Lucy to feel happy. One night for the world to seem as though it moved without her interference. But after that… Amora would no longer give any room.After returning from Cafe Batavia, Amora went straight to her room. She cleaned herself, letting the cold water run over her skin, trying to calm the noise inside her head that refused to quiet down. Afterward, she put on a pair of hotpants and a light gray short-sleeved shirt—casual clothes she usually wore when she needed to think.She sat on the bed, her laptop already open in front of her.Her fingers began to move quickly across t

Amora’s heart pounded violently. Each beat echoed like war drums inside her chest—loud, erratic, relentless. Yet she forced her expression to remain calm, as still as the surface of water that concealed a raging current beneath. She could not lose control. Not now. Not in front of Lucy.“What are you talking about, Lucy?” Amora asked, her voice deliberately light, even though her throat felt dry.Lucy curled her lips into a faint smile—sharp, cynical, and piercing. “You still don’t want to take off your mask?”Amora fell silent. Her eyes flickered with a brief, sharp glare before softening again. She knew one wrong move would mean the end of everything. Lucy was not a foolish woman. She was cunning… and dangerous.“You really are a sly woman, Amora!” Lucy hissed at last, her voice turning cold.The sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor. The sharp clicks of shoes against the marble floor rang clearly.Amora stiffened. She knew those steps belonged to Vicktor.Her heart raced even

After finishing all his work, Vicktor wasted almost no time. He went straight home in a hurry, as if every second felt too long to wait.As soon as he reached his room, he immediately cleaned himself up. The cold water ran over his body, but it was not enough to ease the restlessness in his heart. His thoughts were fixed on only one person—Elisha.Not long after, he was already standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed. The suit he wore looked perfect, yet his expression still carried a trace of nervousness.He picked up his cologne and sprayed it lightly. “I should bring her another gift,” he murmured softly. His gaze remained fixed on his own reflection. “What could possibly make Elisha smile?”He fell silent for a moment, thinking.“Chocolate?” his brows furrowed. “Um… probably not.” He shook his head slightly. “She always maintains her figure. She said chocolate could make her gain weight.”Vicktor let out a short sigh, then chuckled quietly. “Why is this so difficult…”He gl