All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

Noelle wasn't naive—she could easily see through Christian's little tricks.Christian felt guilty, truly guilty, but the idea of Quentin eating her homemade pasta didn't sit right with him. That would have been too much of a reward."Then how about you slap me?" he suggested, grabbing her hand and trying to guide it towards his face.Noelle pulled her hand back, feeling exasperated. "Just go home, Mr. Blackwood! Don't you have work in the morning?"It was nearly midnight.Christian replied, "I do, but work isn't as important as chasing my girlfriend!"He stepped closer, pulling her toward him by the arm, his glassy eyes locking onto hers. "Tell me when you're leaving. I won't go until you do."At that moment, Christian's usual laid-back demeanor gave way to something sharper, a subtle but undeniable aura of authority and determination.Noelle's breath hitched slightly. "I'll leave after I get him something to eat."Christian released her.Back outside the restaurant, Christia

"Nothing, it's comfortable here."The thought of returning to the hotel and facing Madison, who clearly had feelings for another man, made Chance feel suffocated.He had thought that perhaps he was the one who had wronged her, and he'd been trying to make amends—maybe by giving her a child or living a normal married life.But now he realized that she had never really cared for him.Every night, they slept in the same room—she on the bed, he on the floor—and she was probably thinking about another man the whole time.The idea that for the past two years of their marriage, she might have been thinking about someone else made Chance feel utterly miserable.He was overwhelmed with bitterness.Quentin pushed open the door to his hospital room and slipped back into his hospital gown, resuming the role of the injured patient."Your mother's counting on this trip to Collinview City to get a grandchild out of you two, but how's that supposed to happen if you're hanging around here?"Ch

Just as Quentin was about to pour himself some water—Martin having stepped out a few minutes earlier—Zara quickly walked over."Mr. Lowe, let me help you with that!" she offered.Quentin looked at the unfamiliar doctor in the white coat and replied coolly, "Thank you."Zara smiled warmly. "No need to thank me, Mr. Lowe. I'm Zara Patel, currently rotating in this department. If you need anything, you can always ask me."She handed the water to Quentin.Quentin, having encountered many women like this before, took the glass with a detached expression. "I don't need anything. You can leave now."Zara's face stiffened slightly, but she wasn't ready to give up. "Have you had your ointment applied? I can help with that."She reached for the ointment on the bedside table, taking the initiative to apply it for him.Quentin's patience reached its limit. "I told you to leave. Are you deaf?"His gaze was sharp, his mood already sour, and he didn't appreciate this intrusion.Zara's face

Quentin couldn't help but follow the girl with his gaze, watching as she stood outside the emergency room, tears streaming down her face.A voice echoed in his mind, questioning, "Have you ever considered that Xyla might not be that man's sister at all?"Quentin's ear twitched as the voice continued to replay in his head, "My feeling is that the two of them don't look alike at all. Like you and Yvette, Chance. Even though you're cousins, there's still a faint resemblance in your features. But Xyla and that man? Not even a little."Then, another voice chimed in, "Maybe one takes after their father, and the other after their mother!"A chill ran down Quentin's spine, a growing sense of unease gnawing at him.It was as if a fundamental belief he held was on the verge of being shattered.He turned to Martin and instructed, "Investigate that girl standing outside the emergency room."Martin glanced over at the girl.With her build and features, she could almost be mistaken for a man

Noelle retorted, "Then you better watch out, or one day I might just swat you down!"Christian was momentarily speechless.Noelle turned and walked away.Christian had only come over because he saw that man hitting on Noelle.When he glanced up, he noticed his friend watching him with an amused expression from a distance. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he hurried over to join them.Meanwhile, Quentin felt deeply unsettled, he went to a secret underground location where Xyla and Ava were being held.Xyla's once beautiful face was completely ruined, and she hadn't received any medical treatment. Her appearance was beyond horrific.She sat on the cold, concrete floor, trembling in her tattered clothes, staring up at Quentin in fear.Just a few months ago, he had treated her like a precious gem.Back then, if she had even the slightest headache or fever, whether real or feigned, he would appear at her side immediately, rushing her to the hospital and tending to her with utmost care.