All Chapters of A Divorce After My Rebirth: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The double doors of the exhibition hall were opened, and two bodyguards escorted a woman in her fifties into the room. Zoey looked at Ariana, who was feigning calmness but with panic clearly visible in her eyes. She smiled and asked, “Nervous?” Ariana immediately retorted, her voice rising sharply, “Impossible! I don’t even know this woman. What does she have to do with me?!” Zoey nodded, “True, you don’t know this woman. After all, she was contacted directly by Mrs. Harmon.” Ariana’s fingers clenched the skirt at her side. “Stop talking nonsense! Don’t pin baseless accusations on my mother! Zoey, we were once like sisters! Why are you lying through your teeth and trying to frame my mother?!” Zoey shrugged. “Lying? Framing? It’s not like you can hide things forever!” The bodyguards brought the woman up to the stage. When the woman looked up, she saw the crowd in the hall. Zoey’s face grew serious. “Tell the truth. If you lie even a little bit, I’ll make sure to have y

The morgue was cold and suffocating, not like the typical chill of winter, but a deep, heart-wrenching cold that made one feel empty inside.At this moment, besides Zoey, Russell, and Troy, there were also forensic experts and a few police officers present.Zoey walked in, her eyes red with grief, and Russell, sitting in a wheelchair, met her. His face was grave as he spoke, “The forensic doctor has examined the body and believes it was a sudden death due to cardiac arrest, though the exact cause needs an autopsy. Since the Harmon family and Ariana are now in police custody, you're the only direct relative left. Although you’ve severed ties with them publicly, this situation is special and we need your decision.”Zoey nodded faintly, holding back her tears. She walked over to the morgue table and slowly removed the white sheet covering her grandfather. His face was pale and lifeless, and his chest did not rise or fall. She trembled as she grasped his cold hand, whispering, “How could t

Inside the funeral home’s farewell hall, everyone was dressed in black, their expressions somber, with sighs echoing throughout the room.Zoey and Russell stood near the crystal casket, greeting those who came to offer their condolences.When the Harmon family arrived, they were met with criticism and disapproval, standing awkwardly on the other side of the casket.At that moment, Dahlia glared at Zoey with intense hatred, as though she wanted to devour her.Jordan noticed her anger and nudged her with his elbow, signaling for her to hold back. Dahlia reluctantly restrained herself.Ariana, her eyes filled with tears, walked over to Zoey and began to apologize. But as she cried, she nearly fainted and fell toward Russell.Russell pursed his lips, watching the woman collapse toward him, his shiny shoes barely moving.Before he could react, Zoey swiftly grabbed Ariana by the hair and threw her to the ground, facing the crystal casket.Ariana cried out in pain, landing hard on the floor.

Russell returned to the old mansion and entered the study with Alonso. Before long, a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by the old man’s furious roar as he smashed his favorite inkstone. He ordered the butler to summon the eldest and second branches of the family. An hour later, everyone from the Maddox family was gathered neatly in the center of the living room. Denzel’s heart sank. The old man’s gaze kept sweeping between him and Livia. Could today’s events have been exposed? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Alonso sneered. “Denzel, I’m giving you one chance to confess what you’ve done. If you don’t, I’ll show the evidence, and you’ll meet the same fate as Nelson!” Denzel, still clinging to a glimmer of hope, stubbornly denied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Alonso, enraged, grabbed a teacup from the table and hurled it at him. “You had someone attack Russell at the cemetery today, didn’t you? Just to test if his leg was still crippled! De

Russell walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers parting the narrow curtains as he gazed at the streetlights and ground lights illuminating the estate. "Speak." "The man works at a nightclub. Last night, someone found him and offered him 300,000 yuan in cash to push a person in a wheelchair down at the cemetery. The person was fully armed, and their face was unrecognizable. The lighting in the nightclub was poor, and it was chaotic. They also avoided the cameras, so we couldn't find either of them." Russell knew it was Nelson behind this. It seemed he'd learned his lesson from past mistakes, now making sure there were no traces left. His eyes narrowed. "I see." "Mr. Russell, what should we do with this man?" "Let him go and spread the word that he's already confessed to the mastermind. Let him take care of himself." "Understood." Russell's meaning was clear: release the man, and whether he lived or died, or how long he survived, would depend on whether he coul