Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 141

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 141 Divorce

Lance rushed to the hospital. The first thing Frankie did when he arrived at the scene was to check the

surveillance video.

In the surveillance video, Yvette came out of the room at half past one in the morning while the nurse was

asleep.

Yvette got into the elevator barefoot in a white dress and never came down.

The elevator stopped on the 18th floor.

"Mr. Wolseley, it's the top floor," Frankie said with a serious expression.

As he heard this, Lance's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately rushed out.

In the dark night, Yvette sat on the cement pier on the edge of the top floor.

Her hair was like seaweed, and her white dress was blown up by the wind, making her look even thinner. Her whole body was fragile like a crystal that would break in seconds. When Lance saw this scene, his expression was unprecedentedly ugly. A feeling of panic crept into his heart.

"Yvette."

He called out carefully as if he was afraid that she would be shattered.

Yvette acted as if she had not heard anything. She raised her head and stared at a certain place in the sky.

"Yvette, what are you looking at?" Lance lowered his voice, staring at her without blinking as he slowly approached her.

Yvette seemed to not have noticed and replied, "Baby."

Lance stopped in his tracks and saw Yvette raise her slender arm and point at the sky. "The baby just came to say goodbye to me and went there."

In a split second, it was as if a giant hammer had descended from the sky and ruthlessly smashed into

Lance's heart.

His face gradually became pale, and his fingers by his side unconsciously trembled.

After a long time, he finally said with difficulty, "Can you come down first?"

Yvette said lightly, "Lance, can you let me go?"

"Yvette, come down. Let's talk, okay?" The man was tense, and his tone was forbearing.

Yvette looked at the man's face and knew that she had succeeded halfway.

Half of her plan was to make him think that she wanted to do something dangerous, and the other half was to make him agree to divorce.

She could not really risk her life. Since she promised her grandmother that she would live a good life, she would never break her promise.

But the first step to living a good life was to leave this man.

She must not let hatred occupy her life and lead her life.

She said that she was going to ask Jaiden for help, but in her heart, she did not want him to know that the

baby was gone.

Jaiden had given her warmth. She did not want him to be sad.

"Lance, let's end this." Yvette stared at him.

Being infatuated with him for ten years was the most wrong thing she had ever done.

She regretted it very much.

In the dark night, only the girl's little face was white to the point of glowing.

Lance still remembered that the first time he saw her, he felt that her pupils were especially beautiful and as bright as newborn babies', without any impurities. Right now, those beautiful eyes were still very bright, but that soul-stirring spirit had disappeared, leaving

only empty brightness.

Why?

Why was it like this?

Heartache, panic, regret... all sorts of emotions filled his chest in an instant.

Lance felt that his breathing had become extremely difficult. His heart felt like it was being forcefully grabbed

by a hand!

Should he let her go?

He heard his own humble and begging voice. "Yazmin won't bother us again. Yvette, give me a chance. I will treat you well, and we will still be the same as before." "Can the baby come back?" Yvette interrupted him.

With just five simple words, all the words that Lance wanted to say were shattered!

Even if he was rich enough, there were things he could not manage to do.

The baby could not come back, just like the fact that they could not go back to the past.

Thinking of the baby, Yvette suddenly collapsed and burst into tears.

She hoped that she was not lying to him. She wished that the baby really came to her dream and had gone to a beautiful paradise.

But it was not true. The baby had never been here.

She really missed the baby.

The baby was her only comfort when her grandmother died.

Why was her only consolation taken away?

It was as if she wanted to vent all of her emotions.

Her body was fluttering, and she was crying her heart out. "Lance, I beg you."

When she was in despair, she did not expect him to save her immediately. At the very least, he should have checked her location instead of hanging up the phone. However, he hung up the phone.

When she was beaten up, she had been protecting her belly, and the baby had been supporting her for a long

time.

Finally, Lance's face was as pale as paper, and his heart ached as if it had been crushed.

The phone call he hung up on was his ever-lasting pain.

"I'm sorry, Yvette. I'm sorry."

He knew that she would not accept his apology, but other than being sorry, he did not know what to say.

For the first time, he knew what it meant to be powerless. If it was possible, he would rather risk his own life.

to bear this pain for her.

The baby was gone, and he was also sad.

When he thought of the child, it was like a dense thorn that stabbed into his heart.

However, he knew that his pain was far less than a tenth of Yvette's.

Yvette's long eyelashes fluttered, and pearl-like tears dripped down her pale little face.

"Lance, I beg you again. Don't make me hate you even more."

These words were like a butcher's knife dipped in poison, slicing and cutting every inch of Lance's skin.

He seemed to be unable to take it any longer, and he staggered backward, the fresh taste of blood filling his

throat.

It was as if a minute had passed, yet it was also like a thousand years had passed.

He felt his cold face, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Alright."

In the next day's afternoon...

After finishing the discharge procedures, Lance drove himself, and the two of them headed to City Hall.

Inside the car, the two of them were very quiet. The silence was the last harmony between them.

The journey of forty minutes was forcefully made by Lance into one of one and a half hours.

Since there was enough time, Yvette was calm and did not urge him.

Finally, they arrived.

When it was their turn, the staff said apologetically, "I'm sorry. There is a malfunction on the Internet. Do you

want to come back tomorrow or later?"

These words made Lance see a glimmer of hope.

But in the next second, hope was broken.

"We can wait," Yvette said firmly.

What kind of joke was this? She didn't want to wait for an entire night. She wanted to end it quickly.

A sour feeling welled up, and Lance pursed his lips tightly.

By the time the staff was about to get off work, the internet problem hadn't been solved.

The people lining up behind them had all left, and only they were left there.

"Should we go back first?" Lance lowered his eyes and muttered.

Yvette looked at the clock on the wall and refused. "There are still ten minutes."

Immediately, the man's face turned pale. It was extremely ugly.

He wondered, does she really hate me to such an extent that she is unwilling to have anything to do with me

at all?

"Then you stay. I have to go back to deal with work."

"No."

Yvette was not a fool. How could she divorce alone?

"There is a contract waiting for me to sign. Can you compensate me for my loss?" Lance asked.

"You!" Yvette felt that he had done it on purpose.

She knew that any contract of the Wolseley Group was worth millions of dollars, so even if she sold herself, she wouldn't be able to afford it.

Lance suddenly felt much better in his heart, and even his voice became a bit clearer. "If you can't afford it,

then I'll be leaving."

That was right. He was escaping.

Lance clearly knew that once she got the divorce certificate, she would immediately distance herself from

him.

If she had not threatened him with her life, how could he have let her go?

At that moment, the staff suddenly shouted, "No. 24, the problem is settled. Do you need to apply for it now?"