No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 682

Letting Go?

Scarlett actually said those two words.

When Vincent heard them, he froze for a moment. He'd never expected Scarlett to tell him, "Let me go."

Scarlett looked down and brushed his hand off her wheelchair. Then, wheeling herself forward, she called out, "Claire."

Hearing her name, Claire turned. Seeing Scarlett ready to leave, she hurried over and took over pushing the chair.

But after a few feet, Scarlett suddenly remembered something. "Claire, wait," she said.

Claire stopped the wheelchair.

Scarlett glanced back at Vincent behind them. "Vincent," she said.

Hearing his name, his eyes brightened. "Did you change your mind?" he asked quickly.

Scarlett looked at him, her gaze still icy. "Is there anything you've done that you regret?"

In her mind, what happened at Damian's grandmother's gravesite might have involved him.

But Vincent didn't understand what she meant. He just stared back, confused, and stayed silent.

Seeing that, Scarlett didn't press further. "Then I'll see you in court," she said flatly.

With that, Claire pushed the wheelchair away.

Vincent didn't follow. He just stood there, watching them go.

They hadn't gone far when they ran into Sabrina. She was wearing an evening gown under her puffer jacket, standing in the middle of the path as if blocking their way intentionally.

The snow was falling hard, and her lips were tinged purple from the cold. Sabrina stood in the middle of the road, as if deliberately blocking her way.

Claire stopped the wheelchair and gave Sabrina an unfriendly look. "You know what they say—decent people don't block the path, Ms. Monroe."

Sabrina didn't even glance at Claire. Her soft gaze rested entirely on Scarlett.

She didn't speak, just kept staring.

After a long moment, Scarlett let out a low laugh. "What do you want to say, Ms. Monroe?"

Sabrina remained silent.

Scarlett's voice dropped. "I hope things work out for you, Ms. Monroe. I hope you and Mr. Stewart make it official soon. That way, I can finally be free of all this. And if you actually manage it, I'll make sure to thank you properly."

As Scarlett spoke, Sabrina's expression grew darker and darker.

Still, Sabrina didn't say a word.

Claire didn't want to waste another second on her. She steered the wheelchair around Sabrina and continued on.

From a distance, Vincent saw them meet Sabrina, but he was too far to catch their words.

Scarlett made an excuse for him. "He's been tied up with something these past couple of days."

Nathan's tone turned edged. "What could be so important that he can't even show his face?"

Scarlett didn't explain exactly what Damian was doing—and she wasn't sure how to cover for him, either.

Her silence made Nathan uneasy. "If he's not serious about this, don't even entertain it, understand?"

Scarlett replied softly, "I understand."

Then she headed upstairs.

Once in her room, Scarlett pulled out her phone, tempted to reach out to Damian. But after a moment's thought, she decided against it.

The way she was acting now—how was it any different from how she used to be with Vincent?

Coming on too strong probably wasn't wise. It could easily push someone away.

She figured Damian would contact her once things settled down on his end.

Holding her phone, she felt restless.

The evening's banquet had left the scent of alcohol lingering on her clothes, so she decided to take a quick shower.

It was already late. After her shower, she might as well just turn in for the night.