His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Why Don’t You Arrange It?

Liana did indeed see the mark, but her expression remained impassive. “You should go find Elian and ask him to divorce me.”

Anya paused at Liana’s words, then quickly kept going.

“I did. He said divorcing you right after your mother’s passing would make him look heartless. Unless you beg him for a divorce-best in public, so the whole city knows it’s your idea-then he’ll agree.”

“Why don’t you arrange it, then?” Liana asked after only a brief pause.

“If you trust me… of course, I can arrange it,” Anya replied, now thoroughly confused.

This meeting was nothing as she’d envisioned.

She expected anger, a scene, ugliness. She didn’t expect Liana to seemingly trust her and hand her the task.

As long as Liana was willing to divorce, Anya could leave her a way out.

But all Liana cared about was getting the divorce done.

Trust? Impossible.

She hadn’t trusted Anya since the day she delivered those abortion pills.

And now with Theo’s fall, Liana almost demanded answers from Anya, but forced herself to hold back.

Asking wouldn’t get her the answer she needed.

The only way was to investigate quietly.

The camera was useless now, thanks to Elian, but…

There might still be a chance.

Liana’s sharp gaze returned to Anya’s beautiful, wide eyes.

“Xander’s birthday is in a few days. Many friends will be there. How about then?”

Anya’s mind was all about getting Liana and Elian divorced.

“Fine. You arrange it. Just send me the time and address Liana agreed.

Anya left the office feeling the encounter had gone surprisingly smoothly.

Seeing Quentin standing by the door, she couldn’t help looking at him. “Quentin, right? A friend’s birthday is coming up. You should come with Liana.”

Quentin merely looked at her coolly, saying nothing. Anya left, and that very evening, an invitation was delivered to him.

After work, Liana decided to walk home.

Her car had broken down, but the school wasn’t far. The walk was good exercise.

Soon, Quentin’s car pulled up beside her. “Get in. I’ll drive you.”

“Oh, no need. I’m getting a workout,” Liana declined, stepping back and offering a polite smile through the window.

Quentin leaned toward her, then got out of the car, as to insist.

Liana couldn’t wrestle her hand free. When she saw him walk so determinedly, a wave of sorrow and frustration washed over her.

Even if feelings remained at the end of a marriage, they just had to be endured.

No more love, no more hate-that was the end.

So despite the turmoil inside, she focused on a single word: endure.

Then she thought of Theo and stopped abruptly.

Elian stopped too.

It was 6:40 PM. The streetlights flickered on, one by one

He turned to face her, his back to the warm yellow glow of the lights and the rush-hour traffic.

“You came to me-what about Theo?”

“Anya’s with him.”

That simple, firm statement-Anya’s with him-lodged all her protests in her throat.

But she was worried. Her throat tightened. After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “You should be at the hospital. What Theo might need is the joint care of his father and mother.”

It was the only way she could phrase it now.

She’d already voiced her suspicion of abuse. Did something that serious need endless repetition?