All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

Quentin turned to Noelle and asked, "Do you know?"Noelle shook her head, "Now isn't the time to worry about who the father is. The baby is almost full-term, and an abortion would be extremely harmful to her. So, Mr. Lowe, the most important thing right now is to help her keep this secret and ensure she delivers the baby safely."Quentin still couldn't believe it."So you're just planning to raise this child on your own?" he asked Yvette incredulously.Yvette bit her lip and replied, "Nephews often take after their uncles, don't they? And uncles can be like fathers too, right?"She threw the responsibility back at Quentin.He was immediately at a loss for words.If he had known it would come to this, he might not have come at all. Now, he was stuck with this mess—how was he going to explain it to Yvette's parents, Ryan and Olivia?"I have a house in the countryside here. It has staff and a driver, the air is good, and it's close to the hospital. It's a perfect place for you to

Christian's sudden move caught Noelle off guard, and she nearly collided with his chest. She quickly stepped back, her hands gripping the kitchen counter for support.The memory of that quick kiss in the hospital hallway flashed through her mind, and she felt a warm flush rise to her cheeks."Selling pigs now, are we? Talking about claiming? Get lost!" Noelle snapped, her face stern as she lifted her foot to kick Christian's shin.Taking advantage of his momentary pain, she quickly made her escape.Christian watched her retreating figure, clearly flustered by his teasing. His lips curled into a smirk, but in the next instant, he started after her.As Noelle hurried up the stairs, she suddenly tripped and fell, landing in an undignified heap.Christian heard the loud thud and saw her sprawled out on the stairs, which sent a jolt of fear through him. He rushed over to her in just a few steps."Where did you hurt yourself? Does it hurt anywhere, hmm?" he asked, his voice filled wit

Noelle instantly fell silent, knowing that Christian was the type to do whatever he wanted.Just then, Quentin and Martin, both dressed in dark coats, happened to walk by.Quentin's eyes locked onto the scene, and he froze in place. At that moment, his heart was overtaken by a powerful mix of bitterness, anger, and resentment. His expression quickly turned cold.When their eyes met, Noelle hesitated.Then she noticed Quentin turn to a nearby airport staff member and ask in Phonish, "Aren't your luggage carts meant for luggage?"Though phrased as a question, his tone clearly expressed disapproval of using the cart to carry a person—especially an adult.Immediately, the staff member walked over to Noelle and Christian. "Sorry, but the young lady needs to get down from the cart."Noelle felt a wave of embarrassment.From a distance, Quentin's lips curled into a mocking smile before he turned and walked away.Noelle was about to get down when Christian extended his arms toward her

Lia asked the sales assistant to bring over the limited-edition handbag, and Michael casually handed over a card. In just a few minutes, they completed a transaction worth several hundred thousand.After paying, Lia, holding the branded shopping bag, linked her arm through Michael's, her face full of affection."That looks like Elle!" she remarked, spotting Noelle.Michael glanced up briefly, his eyes flicking toward Noelle in the VIP lounge.That look seemed deep, yet also conveyed nothing at all. "Hmm," was all he said."Should we go over and say hi?" Lia suggested. They were on the next flight after Noelle's.Michael's expression remained indifferent. "We don't have time for that."Lia was pleased, noting how Michael didn't seem to care about his daughter at all.Once she bore their son, everything Michael had would eventually belong to him.Lia pursed her crimson lips. "Alright then."The two turned and headed towards the VIP lounge for their flight.When Noelle saw Mich

Julian, knowing exactly what Christian was thinking, immediately put on a serious expression. "Mr. Blackwood, there aren't any available flights to Eastlandia for the next couple of days!”Christian looked troubled, continuing to rub his chin. "Then how do we get back? What about connecting flights?"Julian shook his head, "No luck there either!"Noelle started to panic. She turned back toward them. "What are we going to do?"She was supposed to be at work tomorrow, and now she had no idea when she'd be able to return. She had no clue what she'd tell her boss.Christian raised an eyebrow slyly. "Call me hubby, and I'll sort it out for you!"His voice was smooth and persuasive, causing Noelle to hesitate for a moment."Plenty of people probably want to call you that," she retorted.But she's not one of them.Christian decided to stop teasing her.He gave Julian a command, "See if anyone's willing to give up their ticket. Offer them ten times the fare."Julian quickly turned t