A Divorce After My Rebirth novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388 Rare Moments of Joy 

Of course not! 

Right from the start, Natalie knew Malcolm should pray that he never gave Bianca a chance to turn things around. 

Otherwise, chaos would ensue in Simeria. 

Given the circumstances, Natalie knew persuading Bianca to leave Simeria she did, as Bianca mentioned, she’d have no future and certainly no freedom. 

was futile. Even if 

Given Malcolm’s intense vendetta against her because of Faye, Bianca would be hunted down no matter where she went. 

At that time, the fate awaiting her would be unimaginable. 

“Bia,” Natalie murmured, looking at Bianca and feeling the weight of their situation. 

Marriage and men were intricate webs. Once trapped, escape might be impossible. 

These were things that women should not easily get involved with. Once involved, it would be irreparable and beyond redemption if they made the wrong choice. 

“You can’t drink now, right?” Bianca asked as she gently caressed Natalie’s cheek with elegant fingers. 

Natalie replied, “Just a little.” 

Although it was a celebration for Bianca, she insisted Natalie not overindulge. “How about teal instead of wine tonight? Don’t go home if I don’t get drunk. What do you say?” 

A bitter smile crept onto Natalie’s lips as she nodded in agreement. “Deal.” 

How long had it been since they had a drink together? 

In better times, when Natalie was healthier, they’d indulge whenever Bianea had time. Bianca had once said Natalie’s days with the Johnson family were unbearable and that Natalie needed 

an escape. 

Otherwise, she would succumb to depression sooner or later. 

The villa’s lights shone brightly at night. Natalie adjusted her special glasses to mitigate the harsh lighting. 

“Nat, I wish I could tear him apart, you know?” Bianca’s words were slurred, and she was obviously already tipsy. 

“I feel the same,” Natalie whispered. 

Holding Blanca, she gently took away the glass. “Bia, you’ve had enough.” 

“Just this once, let me enjoy,” Blanca pleaded. 

“Bia,” 

“Nat, just wait. One day, I’ll skin him alive with my own hands!” Bianca grabbed the glass from Natalie and downed the remainder of the wine. 

Seeing the fierce determination in Bianca’s eyes, Natalie said, “When the time comes, I’ll hand you the sharpest blade.” 

“You’re the best, Nat,” Bianca mumbled 

snuggling closer. 

Right now, Bianca needed someone to understand her and go along with her wishes. 

Encouraging her to leave would only darken her mood. 

Having seen the pain Bianca had experienced beside Malcolm, Natalie knew Bianca wouldn’t think of leaving if she couldn’t drag the man down to hell with her. 

“Nat.” 

“Yes?” 

“Faye is despicable! She betrayed the sanctity of marriage, manipulating men like Malcolm, They’re both treacherous!” Bianca spat out with disdain. 

Natalie remained silent. 

She had witnessed Bianca’s talent for hurling insults before. Given her current feelings towards Malcolm, she anticipated Bianca’s verbal onslaughts in future confrontations. 

Bianca was intoxicated and continued ranting, “That woman dared to question my work! As a lawyer, I uphold fairness and justice in marriage. She was caught cheating multiple times, and then she blamed me?!” 

The more Bianca spoke, the more frenzied she became. It was as if she’d tear Faye apart if given the chance. 

“Enough,” Natalie intervened. 

“Do you know why the seventh lord agreed to work with me?” Bianca asked. 

“Because of Frederick?” 

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“No, it’s because I despise Malcolm! And all those ridiculous rumors! Zane can’t stand him either! He wishes Malcolm were dead!‘ 

Natalie was silent, but she was taken aback. 

Rumors?! 

Indeed, the rumors always depicted Malcolm and Zane as close allies. But Bianca’s revelation suggested deeper secrets that no one on the outside knew about. 

Given the intricate relationships within the Entes family, it seemed impossible for any of the lords to be on good terms with each other. 

When Zane returned, Bianca was already heavily intoxicated. 

When Zane saw Natalie, his brows furrowed in concern. The servants saw Zane had returned and hurriedly assisted the drunken Bianca upstairs. 

Zane’s expression remained stern as he watched Natalie and finally asked, “Your eyes….haven’t you undergone surgery for them?” 

Natalie replied with a sigh, “If I regain my sight, won’t someone else be plunged into darkness? I can still see somewhat. It’s better than nothing.” 

She understood the depths of darkness, having experienced it firsthand. Despite knowing the Jarvis family could arrange her surgery, she hesitated, unwilling to let another suffer as she had. 

“I never imagined the esteemed Lord Zane was once my assistant,” Natalie confessed, her voice quivering. 

At her words, Zane’s frown deepened. 

“Your uncle was always aware,” he replied. 

Natalie was taken aback at Zane’s answer. 

Stephen knew?! 

Then, what was the relationship between Zane and Stephen? What were they…? 

Natalie recalled how Stephen resisted when Malcolm had forcefully tried to marry her.