Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 28

28 A Divorce Taken at Face Value

‘If Evan finds out about this, he might even applaud.‘

Evan had brought up divorce long ago. Stefan and Cynthia had thought there might still be room to turn things around–but now their daughter was making it real. Neither of them could accept it.

“Hazel, listen to me,” Cynthia pleaded softly. “This marriage can’t end. Go talk things through properly with Evan. Family harmony matters more than anything…”

But Hazel had already made up her mind. She was determined to give Evan a proper warning. “Enough, Mom. I promise you, this divorce won’t go through. Once Evan signs and regrets it, he’ll withdraw the application…”

“Promise, your foot!” Stefan finally snapped, unable to hold back. “How are you so sure that Evan will regret it and withdraw the application? You can forget about getting his ID card! And you’re not going anywhere–stay home!”

“Dad You have no idea how rebellious Evan’s been lately! He even started following me!” Hazel’s temper flared as well, seeing that Stefan wouldn’t budge. “You won’t give it to me, huh? Fine then! I’ll find another way to file the divorce application!”

With that, she stormed out.

Stefan shouted after her in rage, “Hazel–if this divorce really happens, you’ll regret it!”

‘Vrooom!’

Alas, the only response was the roar of an engine.

Not long after, Hazel called her assistant. “Rosa, listen carefully. Take Evan to the courthouse right now and have him sign the divorce registration. I’ve already arranged everything.”

“What? Ms. Solberg, you…” Rosa was just as shocked as Roxanne and the others had been, but she kept it to herself and fell silent. As an assistant, her job was simply to carry out Hazel’s orders.

She then called Evan.

At the time, Evan had been about to head out with Sylvie to see the Iron Dragon. Last time, the old man had been one foot in the grave–Evan’s goal then had been to pull him back from death. This time, it was to treat an illness.

But just as he was about to leave, his phone rang.

“Hello?” Evan answered.

Whatever was said on the other end first made him pause in surprise, then fall into brief contemplation. In the end, he let out a long, relieved breath. “Alright, I understand. Come to Nine Courts, Villa No. 1, and pick me up.”

“Who was that?” Sylvie asked from the side. In just three seconds, Evan’s expression had shifted several times, like a kaleidoscope of emotions. It left her visibly startled.

Evan put his phone away without answering and simply smiled. “In an hour, I’ll probably be officially divorced.”

“Officially divorced…”

The words landed like a bomb. A flicker of surprise crossed Sylvie’s eyes, then, as if she suddenly understood something, a trace of delight surfaced on her beautiful face. “In that case, go take care of your business first. I’ll come pick you up in an hour.”

Evan stared at her. “Were you just secretly happy?”

“Huh? Was I?” Sylvie instantly switched expressions, putting on a wounded look. “I’m heartbroken, you know…”

Evan Saw right through her girlish thoughts. Once he was officially divorced, she could pursue him openly. Shaking his head

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