No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 566

Vincent knew full well that his leg wasn't the issue. He asked anyway.

If he actually wanted to come, he wouldn't have needed to ask in the first place.

Scarlett felt that familiar ache in her chest, the one she'd grown used to over the years. Vincent's indifference wasn't new. So right now, she stayed surprisingly calm.

He heard her response and said, "Then I'll head to the courthouse now. I'll wait for you there."

Scarlett said, "Okay."

Her voice was flat. No emotion at all.

She hung up and looked at Violet. "Let's go."

Violet studied her face—pale, drained of color—and frowned with concern. "You're going like that?"

Scarlett knew she looked rough. She hadn't slept, hadn't eaten much. But none of that mattered. "Violet, as long as I can get this divorce done, I don't care how I look. Face, pride—none of it matters anymore."

Violet paused, then let it go.

With Scarlett's leg hurt, Violet went to the hospital entrance and borrowed a wheelchair. She pushed her out to the curb, and they grabbed a taxi to the courthouse.

The moment the cab pulled up in front of the building, Scarlett spotted Vincent's car—just as it was pulling away.

Violet was busy paying with her card, completely missing it.

At first, Scarlett thought maybe he was just moving to a different spot. But when his car disappeared entirely from view, she froze.

She pulled out her phone and called him immediately.

He picked up on the first ring.

Still sitting in the back of the taxi, Scarlett's voice came out sharper than she intended. "Vincent, where are you going?"

He answered calmly, "I was just about to call you. I got a call from Sabrina—she was in an accident. Hit someone with her car. I need to go handle it."

A dull, heavy ache spread through Scarlett's chest. She gripped the phone tighter. "Isn't that what the police are for? You call 911, they send officers. Why does she need you? What are you supposed to do?"

Vincent's voice stayed even, patient. "The cops will handle the legal side. But if she runs into the wrong person—someone looking to take advantage—she could get in real trouble. I need to be there for her."

Every word was soaked in concern for Sabrina.

Scarlett let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "And us? What about our divorce?"

She got out of the taxi, unfolded the wheelchair, and helped Scarlett into it.

Winter in Rivergate was brutal. The kind of cold that cut straight through you, settled deep in your bones.

Violet pushed her along the sidewalk. Scarlett's mind was a mess—exhausted, hollow, spinning.

Three or four times now. Three or four times Vincent had delayed this divorce.

She was tired. So tired. And completely powerless to stop it.

Lost in her thoughts, Scarlett almost didn't hear the voice at first. "Scarlett?"

She looked up. Nolan.

He was standing maybe twenty feet away, bundled in a long down jacket. Somehow, even with all that padding, he didn't look bulky—just tall and solid, more commanding than he did in a suit.

Scarlett blinked, caught off guard.

Before she could say anything, Nolan walked toward her, concern written all over his face. "What happened to you?"

He crouched down right in front of her wheelchair, ignoring the cold concrete beneath his knees, and reached for the hem of her pant leg to check her injury.