This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Toby stopped drumming his fingers on the table. The more he thought about it, the more possible his hypothesis seemed. There’d be no other way to explain why they came up with a fake ‘Rina’; they couldn’t have done it just to comfort Titus and Julia, right?

At that thought, Toby looked up at Tom. “I want you to delete everything that you’ve found. Apart from that, I also want you to erase all traces in places that Taylor has ever been. Most importantly, I want you to ensure that all of the DNA samples that Zane has left in the hospitals and accrediting bodies are still present.”

Although Zane had done his work on covering up Taylor’s identity, there was still a chance that someone would suspect that Taylor wasn’t actually Rina. If Tom’s research was able to indicate that Rina wasn’t actually who she claimed to be, then other people would be able to do the same thing. All Toby could do was to ensure that he helped Sonia and Zane conceal Taylor’s identity—at least others wouldn’t be able to easily find out about the truth. Tom naturally understood Toby’s intentions, so he nodded and went off to get it done without any protests.

In the next few days, the news of Sonia and Tina began to die down on the Internet—only a few media sites continued to report about it. They weren’t celebrities after all, so the hype surrounding them died down after a while. One day, Sonia and Carl were discussing a trip to watch a show in Norfolk when Sonia’s phone began to ring. It was a call from the police.

“Hello.” Sonia picked the call up.

“Miss Reed, the date for Tina’s court hearing has been set. It will be at 2.00PM tomorrow. You’re required to be present as the plaintiff for tomorrow’s case,” the officer said.

“Alright. I’ll be there on time.” She lowered her phone

at her. “What is it,

court hearing has been fixed at 2.00PM tomorrow.” Sonia chucked her phone

flashed in Carl’s gaze before he put on a smile. “That’s great. I’ll go

said

Daphne knocked on the door before she walked in. Both Sonia and Carl shifted their focus onto

an appointment for the overseas hospital

hospital is this, Sonia? Are you sick?” Carl’s expression changed a little as he hastily scanned Sonia with

turned back to Daphne. “I got it. I’m planning to go there this Saturday night.” It was Wednesday then, and Sonia was planning to watch Carl’s show at Norfolk on Friday. I’ll leave the country to have the surgery on Saturday, and

get back to them now.” Daphne nodded before she shut the door and walked off. Carl lowered

the child.” Sonia rubbed her belly as she responded to Carl with a blank expression. “After what Tina tried to make Tim do to me, I’m a little reluctant to have the surgery in the country, so I decided to do it overseas. I had already obtained my visa a while ago, but I haven’t had the chance to do it as I was too busy. I’m three months pregnant now, and I can’t delay it any longer. It’ll be harder to get an abortion if I wait anymore.” That was only one of the reasons, of course. Sonia’s other reason was that she was afraid she would develop feelings for the baby. She was worried that

he heard what Sonia had to say. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, but

to attend a recording for some entertainment program the day after your show at Norfolk? I’m going on a

“Okay then.” Sonia giggled when she saw the look on his face—he looked like a child who couldn’t get his favorite candy. She then pulled her drawer open to

fresh-smelling peppermint tea in front of him, his gaze dimmed for a second before he spread his lips into a smile. “Thanks, Sonia. You know me the best.” He devoured the tea with a pleasant look on his face. However, he was the only one who knew how unhappy he was at that moment—he hated drinking peppermint tea. The one who likes peppermint tea is Toby, not me! But I can’t tell Sonia any of this. I can’t even imagine how she’d react if she found out that I’m mimicking Toby. It’ll probably change her impression of me. I’d lose my mind if she

him out, but he stopped her from doing so. Once

down before he stepped to the side, where there was a potted bonsai plant. He bent forward, opened his mouth and stuck a finger down his throat. The same blank and emotionless expression remained on his face even as he made himself gag. He threw up all of