All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

After he arrived at the hospital, Quentin immediately spotted Mitchell stepping out of the elevator. His head was hung low, and he looked rather upset, as if he were mad at someone. He didn't notice Quentin and walked straight out of the elevator.Quentin proceeded straight to the security department. He had already called the director of the hospital beforehand, and the head of security was waiting for him at the door. When the latter spotted the former, he greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Lowe."Quentin handed him a cigarette. "Help me check the surveillance footage from the tenth floor of the inpatient department last night."The head of security shook his head when he heard Quentin's request, declining the cigarette. "I'm afraid I can't check the surveillance footage there, Mr. Lowe. The system was down last night.""It was down last night?" Quentin asked, surprised.The head of security confirmed. "Yes, it was.""What a coincidence," Quentin thought. "Alright then, don't let m

Xyla's expression changed dramatically. "I admit that you did help me, Mr. Kingston, but it was a win-win situation for both of us the first time! Besides, your attempt to drive a wedge between them didn't work!"Gabriel's patience had run thin. "That's none of my concern. Just tell me, when can you get me what I want?""In three days!" she said through gritted teeth. He hung up the phone.Her heart was pounding in her chest. Gabriel wanted the bid price for a project from Stille Industries, and it wouldn't be easy for her to get her hands on it; she needed to find the right opportunity.…Meanwhile, Noelle arrived at the library. Sawyer waved at her from his seat from a distance, and she walked over. "Hello."Sawyer appeared very excited as he whispered, "I thought you weren't coming." He was a full-time student who only had time to visit the library in Dragfort on weekends. The last week had felt like a month to him."I bought this for you!" He pulled out a popular cartoon plu

Layla's family called her all sorts of nasty names, as if she were a jinx that everyone despised.If she could really become friends with Noelle, it might help her family business, right? After all, Noelle was personally chosen by Janet as the future mistress of the Lowe family. Besides, Quentin had no intention of marrying Xyla, which meant that he was fond of the woman before her. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. …After wrapping up his work at the company, Quentin headed to the hospital. Xyla sat quietly on the bed, watching dramas with Ava. She seemed to be in a good mood.When he walked in, Xyla looked over and smiled. "You're here, Quint!" She seemed overjoyed, as she even jumped out of bed to get him some fruit. Quentin stopped her. "Sit still. I'll get them!"Ava chuckled. "Ms. Cadwell has changed a lot in the past few days; she's become much more cheerful. It must be because her brother's watching over her!"Xyla said softly, "Yes, it must be because of my br

Xyla had just started to calm down when someone yanked the blanket off her. "You bitch!" Layla snarled. As soon as she saw Xyla, she was reminded of everything she had been through. Before Xyla could react, she slapped her several times in a row. Then, she took a picture of her swollen face before storming out of her ward.Xyla was so furious that she almost passed out. Layla had slapped her again and taken a picture. The thought of her bruised and swollen face being paraded in front of countless eyes drove her insane.Just then, her friend forwarded her another post from Yvette's social media. Xyla took one look and nearly lost it. It was a picture of Quentin and Noelle at the cinema. Noelle was holding a popcorn bucket, her eyes crinkling with a smile. The man beside her was handsome and tall.Xyla felt as if she had been punched in the chest, and she was consumed by anger. Why was she getting slapped here while the two of them were out enjoying a movie? She should be the one st

Xyla looked anxious and pitiful, a sight that tugged at Quentin's heartstrings, though his mind swam with questions. His dark gaze landed on Layla. "Were you really the one who slapped Xy?"Layla glanced at Quentin, then at Xyla, and felt both amused and vexed. "Stop pretending, Xyla Cadwell. You're not blind. I'm sure you know who slapped you!" Her words made Xyla shudder, and Quentin's expression changed drastically. He glanced at Xyla, who was still trembling, and frowned. As doubt gnawed at him, the door to the ward swung open once again, and Mithcell walked in. "I can confirm that it was Ms. Lewis who slapped Ms. Cadwell, and she did it on two separate occasions!" he declared resolutely."However, Ms. Cadwell made me delete the surveillance footage, which is why you couldn't find anything. Also, that EEG report was falsified; it belonged to another patient. Ms. Cadwell doesn't have depression!"Mitchell's face was as pale as a ghost. Now that the truth had come to light, he c