All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

On the coffee table in the living room, two identical black phones were placed side by side. Lorraine picked up Mark's phone and recalled the six-digit code he used before unlocking it. She found a contact named "Jan" in the call log, and at that moment, her fingers tightened.However, she didn't dare to dial the number. Janet had a strong, domineering, and tough son. Lorraine couldn't afford to provoke her.When Mark came out after his shower, Lorraine was tidying up the living room. He quietly walked over, picked up his coat, and put it on, resuming his composed and gentlemanly demeanor.He picked up the black phone on the table, slipped it into his pocket, and left.As the door closed, Lorraine's tense back slowly relaxed.However, a sarcastic smile quickly appeared on her lips.Mark returned to Lowe Mansion and pushed open the door of the master bedroom on the second floor. The room was dark, and on the bed, a woman's silhouette was visible.When he entered, the figure turne

Gabriel let out a cold laugh. "You'd better show me your worth!"He had his men transfer a modest sum of money to the account Xyla provided for her to make her own way back.Xyla showed up with Eugene as soon as she saw the commercial vehicle with the license plate Gabriel had specified.Gabriel sat in the front passenger seat in sunglasses. He asked, "Who's this?"Xyla replied, "My friend."She led Eugene and Ava into the car. Gabriel glanced at Eugene but didn't say anything. He just took them to an ordinary apartment building. "You'll stay here."Xyla looked at the building. "What about my friend? Where will he stay?"She didn't want to live with Eugene. This wasn't the remote mountain village anymore. She still intended to marry Quentin. Living with someone like him was unacceptable.Gabriel's patience had worn thin. "Where he stays is your problem, not mine. Now get out of the car!"Xyla had no choice but to get out.As soon as they were out, Gabriel drove off.Eugene w

Noelle stepped out of the taxi and limped slightly as she entered the bar. Lorraine was startled. "What happened to you?"Noelle feigned annoyance. "You're only concerned about me now"Lorraine clicked her tongue and walked over to help her. "You never told me you hurt your foot!"She instructed someone to bring some fruit drinks and helped Noelle to an empty seat. "So, what happened to your foot?"The bar was nearly empty that afternoon.Noelle glanced at her injured foot. "It happened when the restaurant collapsed. Something fell on it, but it's almost healed now."Lorraine stood up in shock. "You were there? Were you seriously injured?"Noelle smiled. "It's just a minor injury, don't worry!"Lorraine let out a sigh of relief but still said, "You should have told me! I would have come to see you."Noelle sighed. "I did message you. I asked you to visit me in the hospital, but you never replied!""When did I not reply?" Lorraine suddenly froze, remembering the time Mark had

Noelle couldn't help but choke up. "Quentin, go find Xyla! Otherwise, I don't mind leaving."She immediately jumped off the bed and went to the closet to grab her suitcase, ready to pack her things and leave.Behind her, there was a loud bang as Quentin kicked the door open.Noelle was startled. She looked up to see Quentin, his brows furrowed, striding over to her and grabbing her wrist."Elle, it's true I went with Xyla to the obstetrician's office, but that child isn't mine."Noelle was stunned. She fixed her tear-filled eyes on him. "Then whose is it?"Quentin said, "Xyla was raped by several men in that remote mountain area, so no one knows whose child it is."Noelle was incredulous, her wide eyes flashing with doubt. "Are you sure she's telling the truth?"Xyla was cunning and shameless, repeatedly challenging Noelle's understanding of her. Noelle doubted the authenticity of this claim.Quentin looked into her eyes. "Imagine a young and beautiful girl thrown into a desol

"Elle, I need to go to the hospital first. Let's visit the bridal shop another day."After answering the call, Quentin turned his head, his eyes filled with anxiety.Noelle frowned and suspected that this might have something to do with Xyla."Are you going to see Xyla?" she asked, puzzled.Quentin nodded. "Yes." After a moment of thought, he decided to tell her, "She went for a medical abortion today, but it seems it didn't go well."Noelle laughed slightly. "She always has some reason to cling to you, don't you think?"She was smiling, but her tone was sarcastic.Quentin considered it and said, "If you're worried, you can come with me."Noelle nodded. "Alright."At the hospital, Xyla was sitting in the female specialist's office with a pale and gloomy face while holding an ultrasound report.When Quentin pushed open the door, Xyla said with tears in her eyes, "Doctor, I can't keep this child. Please help me abort the child."Noelle heard Xyla's broken voice and frowned whi