A Divorce After My Rebirth by Gentle Rain in June

Chapter 388 Rare Moments of Joy

Of course not!

Right from the start, Natalie knew Malcolm should pray that he never gave Bianca a chance to turn

things around.

Otherwise, chaos would ensue in Simeria.

Given the circumstances, Natalie knew persuading Bianca to leave Simeria she did, as Bianca

mentioned, she’d have no future and certainly no freedom.

was futile. Even if

Given Malcolm’s intense vendetta against her because of Faye, Bianca would be hunted down no

matter where she went.

At that time, the fate awaiting her would be unimaginable.

“Bia,” Natalie murmured, looking at Bianca and feeling the weight of their situation.

Marriage and men were intricate webs. Once trapped, escape might be impossible.

These were things that women should not easily get involved with. Once involved, it would be

irreparable and beyond redemption if they made the wrong choice.

“You can’t drink now, right?” Bianca asked as she gently caressed Natalie’s cheek with elegant fingers.

Natalie replied, “Just a little.”

Although it was a celebration for Bianca, she insisted Natalie not overindulge. “How about teal instead

of wine tonight? Don’t go home if I don’t get drunk. What do you say?”

A bitter smile crept onto Natalie’s lips as she nodded in agreement. “Deal.”

How long had it been since they had a drink together?

In better times, when Natalie was healthier, they’d indulge whenever Bianea had time. Bianca had once

said Natalie’s days with the Johnson family were unbearable and that Natalie needed

an escape.

Otherwise, she would succumb to depression sooner or later.

The villa’s lights shone brightly at night. Natalie adjusted her special glasses to mitigate the harsh

lighting.

“Nat, I wish I could tear him apart, you know?” Bianca’s words were slurred, and she was obviously

already tipsy.

“I feel the same,” Natalie whispered.

Holding Blanca, she gently took away the glass. “Bia, you’ve had enough.”

“Just this once, let me enjoy,” Blanca pleaded.

“Bia,”

“Nat, just wait. One day, I’ll skin him alive with my own hands!” Bianca grabbed the glass from Natalie

and downed the remainder of the wine.

Seeing the fierce determination in Bianca’s eyes, Natalie said, “When the time comes, I’ll hand you the

sharpest blade.”

“You’re the best, Nat,” Bianca mumbled

snuggling closer.

Right now, Bianca needed someone to understand her and go along with her wishes.

Encouraging her to leave would only darken her mood.

Having seen the pain Bianca had experienced beside Malcolm, Natalie knew Bianca wouldn’t think of

leaving if she couldn’t drag the man down to hell with her.

“Nat.”

“Yes?”

“Faye is despicable! She betrayed the sanctity of marriage, manipulating men like Malcolm, They’re

both treacherous!” Bianca spat out with disdain.

Natalie remained silent.

She had witnessed Bianca’s talent for hurling insults before. Given her current feelings towards

Malcolm, she anticipated Bianca’s verbal onslaughts in future confrontations.

Bianca was intoxicated and continued ranting, “That woman dared to question my work! As a lawyer, I

uphold fairness and justice in marriage. She was caught cheating multiple times, and then she blamed

me?!”

The more Bianca spoke, the more frenzied she became. It was as if she’d tear Faye apart if given the

chance.

“Enough,” Natalie intervened.

“Do you know why the seventh lord agreed to work with me?” Bianca asked.

“Because of Frederick?”

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“No, it’s because I despise Malcolm! And all those ridiculous rumors! Zane can’t stand him either! He

wishes Malcolm were dead!‘

Natalie was silent, but she was taken aback.

Rumors?!

Indeed, the rumors always depicted Malcolm and Zane as close allies. But Bianca’s revelation

suggested deeper secrets that no one on the outside knew about.

Given the intricate relationships within the Entes family, it seemed impossible for any of the lords to be

on good terms with each other.

When Zane returned, Bianca was already heavily intoxicated.

When Zane saw Natalie, his brows furrowed in concern. The servants saw Zane had returned and

hurriedly assisted the drunken Bianca upstairs.

Zane’s expression remained stern as he watched Natalie and finally asked, “Your eyes….haven’t you

undergone surgery for them?”

Natalie replied with a sigh, “If I regain my sight, won’t someone else be plunged into darkness? I can

still see somewhat. It’s better than nothing.”

She understood the depths of darkness, having experienced it firsthand. Despite knowing the Jarvis

family could arrange her surgery, she hesitated, unwilling to let another suffer as she had.

“I never imagined the esteemed Lord Zane was once my assistant,” Natalie confessed, her voice

quivering.

At her words, Zane’s frown deepened.

“Your uncle was always aware,” he replied.

Natalie was taken aback at Zane’s answer.

Stephen knew?!

Then, what was the relationship between Zane and Stephen? What were they…?

Natalie recalled how Stephen resisted when Malcolm had forcefully tried to marry her.

Was it because of Stephen’s connection with Zane…?

“Zane…”

“Would you like me to have someone drive you? I didn’t see your car outside,” Zane asked ast he

glanced at his wristwatch.

It was getting late. Natalie had visited Caleb earlier in the morning and came straight to see Bianca

afterward. So, she had sent her driver home to rest.

“That would be appreciated!”

Natalie initially intended to stay at Hillside Villa for the night. However, thinking of Luna, she knew she

had to return. Although Luna was still young, Natalie needed to establish a routine.

She would return home, no matter how late.

Ah, women! When they had a child, they would have more worries.

That was really the case.

Having spent considerable time with Natalie, Zane was aware of her deteriorating eyesight

over the past two years. Driving at night was out of the question for her.

In the end, Zane arranged for someone to drive Natalie home. Before getting into the vehicle, she

turned to Zane, “Lord Zane.”

“You can still call me Zane.!

“No, you’re the esteemed seventh lord of Simeria.”

Zane’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t say anything else.

Natalie continued, “Please… take care of Bla for me.

“I’ve married her, regardless of the reasons or benefits behind it. Since yesterday, she’s been my wife,”

Zane stated firmly.

Natalie nodded.

Though his words lacked warmth, they provided a sense of reassurance at that moment.