Surviving Divorce Her Miraculous Second Chance - Season 1 Episode 87

The voice on the phone was crystal clear, without a hint of static, recreating everything from the private room of the night bar. Lelia’s unrestrained laughter echoed in the office, incredibly clear, as if you were there.

My eyes were fixed tightly on Oswald’s face.

The words in the phone recording became increasingly unbearable to. hear. Even though I had experienced it once before, listening to it again at this moment still sent chills down my spine, causing me unbearable heartache. Tears streamed down my face like a flood breaking through a dam, soaking the front of my white T–shirt.

“Cassie, you bloody schemed against me, I’ll kill you!” Lelia was stunned by what was happening in front of her, and then she fought back.

Eleanor had been prepared, she kicked her back with a lift of her foot. Lelia plopped down on the sofa, her eyes bloodshot, like a ferocious wild beast. She picked up the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at me.

I quickly turned my head, the crystal ashtray hit the ground, shattering into pieces with a loud bang.

Everyone in the room, except for me, was dumbfounded. Dinah exclaimed in shock, “What a sin…”

Oswald stared blankly at me, swallowing continuously. Under my gaze, his eyes evaded mine, no longer daring to meet them directly.

Suddenly, he took a step forward, reaching out to grab my phone on the coffee table.

I quickly picked up my phone and took a step back, Eleanor immediately

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Chapter 87 Restoring the Past Events

rushed to my side, standing in front of me.

I looked at Oswald, “Well? Exciting, isn’t it?”

…continued to listen… …

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My hysterical roar, like a madman, was perhaps too disturbing, causing everyone to shudder before silence was restored.

The recording kept playing, until my wailing, the sounds of fighting, cries for help… I couldn’t bear to listen any longer. I looked at Oswald, tears streaming down my face, unable to speak. “Do you have… anything else to say? Oswald!”

I held back my tears with all my might, quickly flipping through those pictures and handing them to the two elders, “Here, take a look! Oswald, you too, they were taken quite well, weren’t they? Lelia asked me if they were good. What do you think?”

Oswald, with a face ashen, slumped despondently on the sofa, cradling his own head.

Orlando stared, dumbfounded, at everything before him, not daring to breathe.

The entire office fell into a deathly silence.

Suddenly, Lelia violently broke free from Orlando’s grip, pointing at me and roaring, “Dare you say, you have nothing to do with Mr. Baxter?”