She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 144

The next time they met was ten days later.

They bumped into each other at the precinct.

Hilda had come to give her statement and close the case.

Luther was there handling matters for Jolie.

Their two cars parked one after another right outside the station.

As soon as Luther stepped out, he saw Hilda.

It was nearly May, yet she was bundled in a heavy coat. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face visibly thinner. She looked incredibly haggard.

Someone stepped out of the driver's seat of the black Cullinan.

—It was Harrell.

The moment he got out, he supported Hilda.

The woman looked up at him with a soft smile.

A few seconds later, Harrell spotted Luther.

His hand didn't drop; he kept it wrapped securely around his wife's arm, as intimate as lovers.

One was his cousin.

The other was his wife.

Luther found this highly amusing.

Desperate to keep his cool, he reached out, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shook one loose, and slowly began to smoke.

Through the thin veil of smoke.

Hilda's figure appeared faintly blurred.

In the past, she had captivated him entirely, but now, he only found her repulsive.

Jolie was ruined.

Utterly ruined.

Missing her spleen, missing her womb, reduced to a ghost of her former self.

He was going to take care of Jolie for the rest of her life.

Under the title of a husband.

He was going to cherish Jolie as his wife.

Her early life had been far too bitter.

He wanted her to say she didn't accept Harrell, that she...

The more he thought like this, the more Luther despised himself, and the more brutally cold he acted toward Hilda.

After signing the paperwork to close the case, he stared at Hilda's pale face across from him, speaking almost masochistically: "Make some time to finalize our divorce! I promised to give Jolie a title. As for that ten percent of shares and the five billion, I don't think you need it anymore, and I don't feel like giving it to you."

He thought she would fight back.

That she would refuse to divorce.

Or at the very least, fight to keep that massive fortune.

Hundreds of billions—who wouldn't want that?

How could she bear to throw away something already in her hands?

But he was wrong. Hilda gently set down the pen, looking up at him as if he were a complete stranger. After a long while, she spoke softly but with unwavering certainty—

"True."

"It is time to make room for you two."

"As for the shares and the money, if you don't want to give them, then don't. My child and I won't starve to death. Luther, there's no need to 'make time.' I have time right now. Let's go get divorced... Let's get it over with right now. I can't wait another second."

In an instant, Luther's face turned terrifyingly dark.