Became A Queen After divorce

Declan had been through thick and thin. Like any father, he simply wished for his children’s filial piety and companionship.

After hearing his reasoning, Libby sneered sarcastically.

“Since childhood, you taught me that emotions are trivial and that rationality is all that matters.”

“Especially in our line of work, where the heart must be ruthless and the blood cold. But now?”

He now wanted to embrace those very emotions he once scorned. How ironic!

Declan felt a pang of guilt. He had taught Libby this way because they lived in a perilous environment back then.

Showing mercy to the enemy was cruel to oneself. To survive, he had to mold her into an emotionless weapon.

But he never expected this weapon to turn against him.

Declan’s pride matched Libby’s. His dignity would not allow him to bow down, even if he was at fault.

“No matter what you say, it’s decided. Sam will take over your work in the next few days.”

“What if I refuse?” Libby asked coldly, holding onto a last shred of hope.

If Declan retracted his decision, it would be fine. If he still wanted to cast her aside, she wouldn’t mind going down with him.

Avoiding her gaze, Declan made his final announcement: “You have no choice but to comply! Pearl, let’s go!” He grabbed his daughter’s hand and left.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Libby stood there in tears, with Natalia’s expression unreadable.

Under the desolate night sky, Libby’s suppressed sobs turned into loud cries.

“Auntie…”

She collapsed into Natalia’s arms, her hatred surging.

“I want revenge!”

Natalia gently patted her back and calmly replied, “Alright, I’ll help you.”

Although the culprit was caught, Pearl felt no joy.

Since exposing Libby’s scheme, the household atmosphere had become strange. The four of them were divided into two camps.

Pearl and her father were on one side; her mother and elder sister on the other.

Several times, Pearl tried to talk to her mother, but she always found an excuse to avoid her.

“Pearl, I have something to do. We’ll talk later.”

Her “something” was always comforting Libby, who wanted to harm her.

After many attempts, Pearl realized her mother had grown distant. Heartbroken, she turned away.

This was the mother she had longed for over a decade. Why didn’t she like her?

Watching Pearl’s frail figure disappear down the corridor, Natalia felt a pang of guilt.

But this fleeting emotion vanished when she remembered Pearl was also Declan’s daughter.

“She’s not just my daughter; she’s Declan’s too! She has his filthy blood. I can’t be soft-hearted!”

With that thought, Natalia decisively turned back to her room.

At the door, she found a bouquet of white irises.

White irises were her favorite flowers, but she had never told anyone.

The flowers were fresh with dew, clearly just picked.

“Who sent these?”

At that moment, Libby returned from the cemetery and noticed the bouquet in Natalia’s hand.

“These flowers are beautiful. When did you buy them?”

It seemed Libby wasn’t the sender.

Natalia understood who it was and coldly threw the flowers into the trash.

“I didn’t buy them and don’t know who left them. I’m allergic to pollen; throw them away.”

Hearing this, Libby’s suspicion vanished, and she smiled again.

For several days, Natalia had the flowers thrown away.

After about a week, she no longer saw any white irises.

Just as she felt a bit disappointed, a floral scent wafted from Pearl’s room.

Curious, Natalia opened the door and found a sea of white irises on the balcony-all the ones she had discarded.

In that moment, Natalia’s mind went blank, and her eyes welled up with tears.

“Mommy, why are you here?”

Pearl’s voice came from behind. Natalia quickly wiped her tears and turned around as if nothing had happened.

The girl had grown into a graceful young woman. Today, she wore a white knee-length William dress.

Her black hair framed a face that resembled Natalia’s own, looking as pure as an angel.

Seeing her dressed up so elegantly, Natalia asked in a daze, “Pearl, where are you going?”

Pearl walked past her to grab her handbag and calmly replied, “I’m going to pick out a wedding dress today. The photoshoot is tomorrow.”

Wedding photoshoot?

Natalia looked momentarily confused before remembering.

Yes, Pearl and Sam’s wedding was approaching. After the photoshoot, it would soon be time for the wedding.

She hesitated before offering, “Do you need me to go with you?”

Pearl paused in her packing. She suppressed her sobs and refused without looking back.

“No need. I’ve asked Cheyenne to help.”

With that, Pearl quickly walked past her. As they brushed shoulders, Pearl finally turned around.

The look in her eyes had lost all affection.

“Mommy, you still have Libby to accompany. I don’t need you anymore.”

The girl walked away gradually.

Natalia’s mind echoed with Pearl’s words until she fainted.

Before losing consciousness, she saw the white irises blooming on the balcony in the sunlight. So beautiful!

Outside, a white luxury car had been parked for an unknown amount of time.

Sam stood elegantly in his usual white attire, leaning casually against the car door with a gentle smile.

Seeing her, he walked over like a gentleman and naturally took her hand.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

This was their first meaningful hand-holding. Pearl’s heart raced.

Sam looked at her hair for a few seconds before smiling softly without saying anything.

His reaction made Pearl shy. She instinctively touched her hair.

“W-what is it… Why are you laughing? Does my hair color look bad?”

“No,” he replied. “I just think it’s unnecessary for you to change yourself for something as trivial as a photoshoot. I don’t need you to change at all. Just be yourself.”

His words brought tears to Pearl’s eyes. She had dressed up just to earn his praise.