Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 184

Jacob chickened out immediately at the stare of Liam’s. pouty, he murmured. “So what I got a problem?” Had you ever been democratic?

They stood close together so that Liam caught his complain.

He smiled. “Feel free to say it if you have a problem.”

Jacob looked like he had seen a ghost. “Really?”

“Of course… if you’re not afraid of death, say whatever you want to say.”

Jacob felt comforted when he heard “of course”, Liam is still that Liam, he still has a sense of human rights, love hasn’t blinded him yet.

But when Liam proceeded, his heart fell from the sky and shattered into pieces.

He ought to know… he should never have any hope.

Seemingly, Liam was democratic, but actually…

Those who obey live, and who defies die.

Tyrant!

All those thought happened just in a blink.

Soon Jacob came back to himself and surrendered to his fate. At his post, he muttered. “We workers suffer when someone miss his love.”

To Jacob’s sighs and complains, Liam paid a curt smile.

He didn’t want to work overtime either. But the prospect of seeing Rita sooner injected him with infinite energy.

He looked down on Rita’s smiling face on the lock screen, eyes tender as water. See you tomorrow, Rita.

The next day in F city.

It’s 6:30 p.m. now.

Oblivious of Liam’s early return, Rita sagged in the sofa, her head filled with the paternity test.

She had Isabella to test the report’s authenticity after she received the report yesterday.

But she hadn’t heard a word from Isabella.

“Rita, I’m hungry, let’s go out and have a bite.” Lillian suggested, stroking her belly.

Three seconds had passed, and Lillian got no reply from Rita.

Slightly, she frowned, and turned to look at Rita confusedly.

She found Rita gazing at her phone, her eyes looking hollow. Lillian poked at Rita. “Rita?”

“Ah, yeah? What?”

Lillian pause for a few seconds, then she chuckled. “What are you thinking? You did not even hear me.”

“Nothing.” Embarrassed, she chewed her lips.

Nothing?

Lillian knew Rita better than to believe that.

But she chose not to press Rita since she did not want to talk about it. “So, let’s go to the grill.”

“Sure, I’ll go change.”Rita said as she headed to the bedroom.

Her smile faded the moment she shut the door behind herself.

She took the report out form a drawer. The conclusion of the report had been nagging her. “Has Isabella found out anything yet?”

This report was like a bomb, blowing in the tranquil lake in her heart with a huge splash, and ripples spread over the surface even now.

She had been thinking about the report all day and all night.

She wanted to know whether or not she’s a Brown. She wanted to know eagerly.

But at the same time, she dreaded to know.

She feared, feared that she was not a Brown. If she was not, who was she then? And how was she going to face her parents?

Such thoughts had stirring her mind, strangling her throat, keeping her awake, suffocating her.

“Hey, who are you, you can’t be here!” Rita came back to herself when she heard Lillian groaning in the living room.

She put down the report and returned to the living room. “Lillian, what happened? You… why are you here?”