All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Just then, Mark walked over and sat on the couch across from Quentin. "Your mother's right; women need to be pampered."After hearing that, Quentin felt a storm brewing in his chest. He couldn't wrap his head around how his father had managed to pretend to be so loving in front of his mother while having an affair with another woman all these years."Is that how you treat the women outside as well?" he inquired, fiddling with his cup. Mark froze for a moment, wondering if his son had found out about his affair. His lowered gaze flickered.Janet chided, "What's with you today? I'm talking about Elle; why are you bringing up other women? What, do you want to be with some other woman?"Her expression hardened. "Don't even think about it, or I'll break your legs!" Janet looked around for anything she could use to warn her son but found nothing, so she could only raise her arm threateningly. Quentin rose from his seat. "I didn't mean anything by it." He took a step toward the door a

Just then, Lorraine's security door swung open. Standing at the doorway, she was initially surprised to see Noelle on the stairs, but then she sighed. With her arms crossed and a wry smile playing on her lips, she leaned against the doorframe and said, "That's right, you guessed it."Noelle, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to Lorraine's swollen cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of anger and despair as she glared at her.Lorraine continued, "He's been my sugar daddy since I was 19, and the child I aborted was his. He's also the one who ordered people to violate me and torture me. I didn't have any ulterior motives when I befriended you, but I intentionally bought jewelry and had dinner with Madam Burns. I wanted her to notice me, but all she noticed was my phone."She paused before continuing, "Noelle, I've told you to stay out of my business!" With that, she spun around and went inside, slamming the security door shut. "Elle, I can't face you anymore, so please just hate

The dancing flames cast an eerie glow on Lorraine's ashen face as she managed a bitter smile. A single tear escaped her eye and trickled down her cheek before falling onto the surface of her phone. …Early in the morning, Janet checked her phone and came across the news about a fire at Majestic Bay Sands Residences that claimed the life of a woman who was living there. "Oh my goodness, this is awful! Someone actually died in the fire!"Mark, who was adjusting his suit in front of the mirror, thought it was such a shame to lose a beauty like Lorraine. However, he frowned and said, "That is quite unsettling.""Mhm! It's best to be careful when you live alone. The police said they're trying to contact the victim's family, but it seems like they can't get in touch with anyone. Maybe she was an only child, and her parents passed away a long time ago. Poor thing!" she responded.He frowned as he suddenly found Janet's chatter annoying. "I'm going to the hospital. Do you want to join me

"Listen to Dad," Mark said, silently clasping Janet's hand.At that moment, her hand involuntarily trembled. It was a familiar gesture between them, one that always made her heart flutter and feel deeply loved. But now, with Charlotte's voice ringing in her ears, Janet silently clenched her fists.Half an hour later, Janet and Mark left the hospital together. When they parted at the entrance, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, looking every inch the devoted husband. Yet, her heart skipped a beat, and she did not hug him back.Usually, she'd look up at him with a playful smile, but now she was in a daze, as if her mind was a blank slate. Mark was waiting to go to work and didn't notice her expression. When the driver pulled up, he got into the car and left.Janet returned to Lowe Mansion, but her mind was still wandering. She couldn't stop wondering what Mark had been up to last night.Right then, Charlotte arrived, her maid trailing behind with a pot of orchids. "I brought t

Noelle sat on the couch, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her face was pale, her eyes were red and puffy, and her expression was wooden and sorrowful. "She must've shed a lot of tears today," Quentin surmised. His heart ached, and he told Yvette, "Why don't you head home first, Yvette?"After Yvette left, he sat beside Noelle and held her hand. "None of this is your fault, Elle. All you did was miss a call. I'm sure that the person who did this had planned to get rid of Lorraine for a while now."Noelle looked at her with tearful eyes. "You think it was him too, don't you?"Quentin fell silent. His silence only made her more certain that he thought the same. "I bet you already have proof that your father's the killer, but you're not going to turn him in, are you?" she sneered.Quentin felt a little stifled. He responded with a frown, "Elle, I know Lorraine is your friend, but she's also a homewrecker! Why should I turn my father in because of a woman who was trying to