Semua Bab The CEO's Divorced Wife: Rewriting Her Life: Bab 21 - Bab 27

After the day Marla was attacked, Sabrina did not hear from her the next day, which was unusual. She did not know that Marla was busy searching for her son, and she also had another problem she had not told Sabrina yet. Marla believed Sabrina already had too many problems to deal with, so she did not want to burden her with her own situation.Sabrina had employed Marla as the Head of Administration at the new facility. Her job was to manage the operational affairs of the organization, staff coordination, scheduling, compliance, and finances, essentially the same role she had performed under Adrian at Kane Biomedical, except this time she would be assisting Sabrina directly.Sabrina was now the CEO of her own company, but she intended to focus mainly on research and development, especially on finding cures or treatments for diseases affecting the immune system. Many of the research pathways were already clear in her mind because she had worked on similar projects before, so rebuilding

“So, what, you want a divorce?” Daniella asked.Adrian didn’t answer, but his silence was enough for Daniella to understand his intention. She continued, now in a more relaxed tone, “Look, Adrian, I admit I messed up, but that’s not what our son needs right now, imagine him getting out of the hospital and finding out that his mother and father are separating.”“A mother he only got to know a few months ago,” Daniella continued to say quietly.“Say something, Adrian, please.”“Okay, for Noah’s sake, but you have to do better, Daniella,” Adrian finally said.Daniella smiled. “I promise, henceforth I’ll pay more attention to our son.”She grabbed his hand, and they both kissed.You think you can dump me like Sabrina, Adrian, you don’t know who you’re messing with, Daniella thought.They both freshened up and headed back to Kane Biomedical.In the evening, Elias insisted he wanted to talk to Sabrina. Victor had tried to cheer him up with riddles and action figures, but his mood wouldn’t l

“Can you keep a secret?” Britney asked, her voice low and deliberate, and for a few seconds there was nothing but silence on the other end of the line, the kind of silence that made the question feel heavier than it sounded. “It depends,” Sherry finally replied, her tone dry and unimpressed, “if it has to do with you killing someone, don’t tell me because I will tell on you,” she added, then paused briefly before continuing, “and by the way, where are you, the noise is too much.” “Hold on,” Britney said quickly, already rising from her seat as she grabbed her small purse, weaving her way out of the crowded club with practiced ease, the loud music fading behind her as she stepped into the night air, then made her way to her car where the quiet wrapped around her like a shield. “Sherry,” she called once she settled in, her fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel, “I’m here, now, what’s the secret?” Sherry asked again, her impatience now obvious. “You can’t tell anyone,” Br