Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Shelly handed him a pen, “Brother, you can just sign here.”

“Where did this come from?” Luther glanced at Jacqueline, only to see that her face looked just bloodless after removing her makeup, and he said lightly, “It looks like you’ve put a lot of effort into it in the past two days.”

It was clear that to prepare the divorce papers in front of him, Jacqueline must have gone to a lawyer, to the top of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and to the detention center to find Joyce. Had Jacqueline been so busy all her life? In order to let him a divorce, she should even bother to be running back and forth tirelessly.

“I …” Jacqueline looked embarrassed and subconsciously touched her cheek, knowing she looked haggard.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I was in shock, and it was a horrible scene that day. I couldn’t sleep at night. So…” Jacqueline concealed.

When it came to Stephanie, Luther looked gloomy. Although his grandmother was terminally ill and he had been prepared that she would eventually leave him, his heart still could not accept such a thing. He was so confused to see his grandmother die suddenly and for no apparent reason.

“Yes, brother, at that time Joyce pointed a gun at us. We almost died, but fortunately, we ran fast. I still can’t close my eyes at night. It was so scary!” Shelly chimed in.

“Then you don’t sleep.” Luther scrolled his eyes at her. He took away the divorce papers, and then he just left. Joyce had a gun, and should she want their lives, they would have long been dead. How could they still stand here?

Jacqueline saw that he hadn’t signed and simply took away the divorce papers. She stopped him with one arm, “Luther, you haven’t signed yet? Where are you going to go so late? The Warner residence is now sealed off and you can’t go back.”

“I’m going to see Grandma.” Luther ignored them. He knew, of course. He had been back to the Warner residence as soon as he got off the plane, and he was on his way to the forensic identification center. He was just passing by now and coming in to see what they were doing.

“Just sign…” Shelly hadn’t finished her sentence when Luther had flung the door open and left.

“Will he sign?” Shelly looked at Jacqueline and asked uncertainly, “Will he?”

Jacqueline, unwilling to just let him go, hurriedly chased after Luther, and finally dragged him, panting, “Luther, Joyce murdered your grandma with the intention of taking the Warner family’s property, and everyone in the country has known what she did. What are you waiting for if you don’t just get rid of this woman now and marry Charlotte? What would you do when her belly gets bigger and bigger?”

Luther froze. If Jacqueline did not mention it, he had forgotten that Charlotte was pregnant. He still had an unshirkable responsibility to Charlotte. He had forgotten all about it.

“At this critical moment, you have to be clear-headed!” Jacqueline was anxious and refused to let go, “Sign the papers, I’ll send them to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to help you with the formalities, so you don’t have to show up, just listen to mom for once, okay?”

Luther frowned, brushed Jacqueline’s arm away, and said coldly, “Even if we want a divorce, I will do it myself. You don’t need to ask.”

After saying that, he left the mansion without looking back.

Only Jacqueline was left there jumping around in anger.

It was late at night, the wind was raging, the leaves were flying, and it looked like there would be a rainstorm coming.

Aaron parked the Bentley in front of the mansion and waited for Luther.