All Chapters of Divorce That Scumbag And Take The Lead: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Her slender body was so cold, so frigid, cold as frost, biting into the bone, no matter how much he tried to warm her up, she just wouldn't get warm.Percival tenderly described Eulalia's features.Oliver stood off to the side, the morgue already dark and icy, the chill in the air made it hard not to be uneasy.Seeing Percival talking to a corpse like that, Oliver was spooked, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.The whole scene just looked so damn weird, Oliver felt like Percival had gone mad, his psyche shattered into insanity.Oliver was a bit superstitious, kind of a scaredy-cat, he'd never been this close to a dead body before, but looking at Eulalia, she didn't seem as scary as he'd imagined.He just felt a bit melancholy - just a couple weeks ago, Eulalia had been fine, and now she was a cold, lifeless corpse. Next time he saw her it would probably just be a pile of ashes, just like that four-month-old fetus they'd pulled out of her belly.Oliver felt a pang of guilt in his h

Orian's legs buckled for a moment, feeling like he was hallucinating...So not long after he left, Eulalia had filed for divorce from Percival because his dad lied in court that she was mentally ill and secretly transferred millions in marital assets? That's why she couldn't get divorced?Orian's ears were ringing, and his body swayed. While he was abroad working his ass off to try and save Eulalia, his own family was pushing her to the brink. Even calling for help was a luxury for her.In an instant, so many thoughts flooded Orian's mind. He didn't want to believe Benedict, but the avoidant looks from his parents and their refusal to discuss Eulalia after he returned home explained everything.Benedict stood there, neck strained and eyes blazing like an enraged lion. He grabbed Orian by the shirt. "You're right, I don't deserve to be her brother since I never accepted her. But what about you, Orian?"You think you treated Eulalia well? When she was desperately struggling and begging

As soon as Orian and Benedict arrived at Luminara, Oliver got the message that he needed to find a way to get them to take Eulalia's body away quickly.Percival went to that cold room again tonight, guarding Eulalia in the crystal coffin. The room temperature was -20°C. If he kept this up, he'd eventually join Eulalia.Oliver sighed, knowing persuasion was useless, so he coldly watched and let Percival be, as long as he didn't commit suicide.---The next day before dawn, Oliver was worried about how to get Percival away when problems arose at the company.The private mines they had transferred from South Water Island to Luminara had been robbed. That batch of mines was extremely important - the foundation for Percival's foothold in Luminara. But recently, due to negligence, someone had taken advantage.Anyone with this level of intelligence in Luminara could only be one person behind it. Oliver investigated and sure enough, it was related to Trent.But the South Water Island privat

Trent arrived shortly after receiving a call from the old butler; it only took him twenty minutes to get there. The house was warm, and Trent walked in, tossing his coat to a servant as he passed. He glanced at his watch and gestured for his subordinate to hand him a cigarette.The subordinate offered a cigarette, and after Trent placed it in his mouth, he respectfully lit it for him.Trent squinted, took a deep drag, and the pale blue smoke rose lazily from his lips. He waved his hand through the thin smoke and pushed open the door to the reception room.Seeing Percival sitting inside, Trent’s eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Yo, Percival, haven’t seen you in a week. How’d you end up looking so ghostly? Looks like Eulalia's death hit you hard.""That fire, you started it." It wasn't a question, but a confirmation."Are you here to find out who started the fire? Or do you want the truth? Or are you just trying to shift the blame?" Trent asked mockingly, flicking the burning cigarette a

Trent pinched his own icy earlobe. Having it torn apart must hurt, huh? Nine years ago, Eulalia had jumped into the water to save someone, never imagining that the person she saved would be the one to break her family and leave her body scarred, ultimately confining her to a wheelchair, watching as flames consumed her. What a foolish girl, diving into icy waters despite hating the cold.Her fate was cruel, but she never lost her kindness. She treated others well, yet heaven never treated her the same. If mistaking someone’s character was a sin, it wasn’t one deserving death. Like the stories of the farmer and the snake, or the boy and the wolf, Eulalia and Percival’s tale was a perfect tragic echo.Percival didn’t deserve death; he deserved a painful life. Death would only tarnish Eulalia’s cycle of rebirth.Trent, who’d often taken pleasure in tormenting others, never thought his first good deed would involve killing a woman. The original Eulalia wanted to live more than anything, bu