All Chapters of Divorce That Scumbag And Take The Lead: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Percival carried the dishes to the dining table. It was just the two of them for dinner, with Mabel's portion set aside. To Percival, this seemed superfluous; servants usually had their meals prepared separately.Percival picked up his utensils and sampled the boiled greens. The dish appeared simple but was actually a test of culinary skill. Undercook it, and it would taste bitter; overcook it, and it would lose its flavor. He took a bite and found it perfectly cooked. The taste was refreshing, and the broth was delicious. This was his first time tasting Eulalia's cooking, and he was pleasantly surprised. It was as if she had tailored the dish to his palate.The thought that he had never tasted any of Eulalia's cooking in the past four years filled him with a tinge of regret. But then again, it wasn't too late.Percival then picked up a piece of the sweet and sour rib. It was boneless, and a single bite released a burst of tangy and savory juices. It was appetizing.Usually, Percival

After moving back into the villa, Eulalia started job hunting. Weirdly enough, she applied to over a dozen companies online and didn't hear back from a single one.She couldn't help but wonder if there was some glitch in the system. Early in the morning, Eulalia made breakfast and changed into formal attire.Percival came downstairs for breakfast and saw her all dressed up. "You heading out?" he asked."Job interviews," Eulalia replied, sipping her porridge.Percival almost forgot about Eulalia's plans to work. Hadn't he asked Oliver to handle it? Why would anyone still call her for interviews?After a quick glance at the time, Eulalia hurriedly finished her porridge and left. Percival watched her go, then called Oliver, instructing him to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't find a job.Oliver found Percival's behavior puzzling and, as an observer, quite off-putting.Eulalia was a 24-year-old adult. Keeping her cooped up at home would eventually ruin her ability to function in

"You were pinching my mouth shut. How could I speak?" Eulalia looked at the painkillers in the vomit on the floor, wondering if they'd still be effective.Leaning weakly against Percival, she softly said, "If you really care about me, just let me sleep."Percival looked at Eulalia, her eyes downcast, curled up in his arms like a cat seeking affection.The mess from her vomiting was not just on him but also on the bed and her. The smell still lingered.Disgusted, he said, "Clean yourself up first. I'll have Mabel come in and clean the room."Eulalia felt cold and weak, her face as pale as paper, her eyes misty. She looked so pitiable that it was hard not to want to hold her close and comfort her.Hesitating for a moment, Percival began to undress her.Eulalia felt so unwell that she couldn't even muster the energy to resist. She was limp in Percival's arms, like a dying cat.He easily stripped her and carried her into the bathroom to soak in hot water.The moment she was submerged, she

"Do you want to go?" Percival asked."Yeah." Eulalia put away her expression, looked at Percival with wide-open eyes, and didn't say a word of flattery. But her eyes were already pleading.Percival couldn't resist her gaze and put down his phone. "Behave and take your medicine for the next few days, and I'll let you go.""Are you for real this time?" She had been tricked by Percival before and always double-checked.Percival touched her forehead lightly. "Yes, I won't lie to you this time."Eulalia couldn't figure out what Percival was thinking. One moment he wouldn't let her go out, the next he agreed. She felt uneasy, thinking his mood swings were faster than an opera face change."Let's sleep, it's late."Percival turned off the light and got into bed, wrapping his arms around Eulalia. He agreed to let her go to the orphanage not out of pity, but because he thought she'd be less resistant to having kids if she spent more time around them.Two days later, the stuffed toys Eulalia ha

This outcome was even more unbelievable than when she was initially diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer.Eulalia flipped through the medical report in her hands. Just three sheets of paper, but she had gone through them countless times. The room was filled with the rustling sound of paper.The doctor sitting in front of her was inputting results into the computer. Seeing her still staring at the report, he patiently asked, "Ms. Clearwater, do you have any questions?"Eulalia shook her head, her lips moving slightly. "This can't be... How could I possibly be pregnant?""Your progesterone levels are a bit low. Did you have any signs of a miscarriage recently?""I thought my period had just started."The doctor couldn't help but furrow his brows at her words, sizing up Eulalia. "You've been married for four years and you can't differentiate between pregnancy and menstruation?"It's not that she didn't know; she had never even considered the possibility. Her periods were always irreg