His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 561

After Lawyer Raines left, the hospital room fell so quiet that Prescott had to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead several times.

Given how devoted Jonathan Thomas had once been to Marina Thornton, it was more than enough proof that his marriage had crumbled.

However, if the divorce case were tried in Aldonia, it was highly unlikely any judge would rule in Niamh Rivers's favor.

Prescott figured that was precisely why Jonathan had never feared a lawsuit—he was confident he would win.

This time, however, Niamh had chosen to file in Coralis, which meant Jonathan was certain to lose.

If that was the case, it would be better for everyone if he just signed the divorce papers, both for himself and for The Thomas Group.

Prescott watched Jonathan’s grim expression, opening his mouth to speak several times but always stopping short.

He wanted to urge him, Just sign it!

If this dragged on to a court battle, Jonathan wouldn’t get what he wanted anyway.

He should have known better, but Prescott didn't dare say that to his face.

After a long silence, Jonathan closed the folder containing the agreement.

"Prescott…"

Snapping to attention, Prescott responded respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Thomas?"

"Find out how Niamh got in touch with Lawyer Raines."

"Right away, Mr. Thomas."

Once Prescott had left, Jonathan was alone again in the sterile room.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the online reactions to Niamh’s public divorce announcement.

Most people were on her side.

His past association with Marina had been so public, and her fall from grace so spectacular, that the popular opinion was that Niamh was divorcing him for cheating.

Jonathan could have had his PR team manage the narrative, but he didn't.

Still, Jarrett didn't seem to be lying, and driving herself for convenience sounded exactly like something Lana would do.

Before long, Lana arrived, parking in the lot across the street.

As she crossed, she saw Niamh and Jarrett already waiting by the entrance.

She was about to raise her hand to call out when she froze, her hand suspended in mid-air.

She saw Niamh step forward and wrap her arms around Jarrett.

At the same moment, in front of the park entrance, Niamh was steadying a staggering Jarrett.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," he said, his brow furrowed as he looked around, dizzy. "Probably just low blood sugar from being overworked."

He leaned his entire weight against her, and Niamh struggled to keep him upright, forcing her to press closer into what looked, from a distance, like a full embrace.