Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Divorce Has Never Felt This Good Chapter 133

It was known to all in Courtbush that Sonia had been chasing after Rory for a couple of years.

But Rory didn’t like Sonia, and even Elmore thought that the Cooper family was not up to par with their family, so he didn’t have a clear-cut stand regarding this.

Nobody knew that Sonia had something to do with what happened that night.

But Lowell had a good memory. He remembered that earlier that night, Sonia had been waiting for Rory to get off work outside the company building. Rory had grown impatient and snapped, telling her to give up on him.

After saying that, Rory had walked away. But Sonia had shouted stubbornly, “Rory, you’ll be mine!” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

On the surface, this wasn’t that strange. It was just that there were too many coincidences revolving around the matter, which made Lowell a little suspicious.

But it was just his suspicion, so he didn’t mention it in the report.

Hearing this, Rory frowned. “What does this have to do with her?”

“We won’t know until we find the person who drugged you that night.”

After a slight pause, Lowell added, “But this matter probably has nothing to do with Becky.”

“What do you mean by ‘probably’?” Rory sneered. “It’s just that the evidence is not against her. How can you be sure that she has nothing to do with it?”

Lowell fell silent.

Impatient, Rory roared, “Get out!”

“Yes, Mr. Casper.”

Lowell felt relieved to be dismissed. He turned around and left in a hurry, closing the door behind him.

Rory sank into his chair and rubbed his temples. His eyes were dark.

The unbearable pain in his stomach mixed with his anger led him to believe that Becky was despicable.

Did she do all of this on purpose?

She didn’t explain it during their three-year marriage.

She waited to see him make a fool of himself, didn’t she?

On the other hand, Becky didn’t wake up until nearly nine o’clock in the morning.

When she peeled her eyes open, she found that she had slept in. The curtains were closed tightly, so the room was still dark.

Becky stretched herself a little and struggled to sit up in bed, feeling a little hot.

She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and frowned.

Unluckily, she had a fever.

She didn’t have a thermometer at home, but she could tell that she was sick.

Becky reached for her phone and sent a message to Talia. Then she lay down and pulled the quilt up to her chin. Soon, she fell asleep again.

Perhaps it was because she was sick that she didn’t sleep well and dreamed a lot about the things that took place in the past.

When Becky was fifteen, a group of bullies cornered her in an ally. She fought them off and tried to make her escape, but she was suddenly attacked from behind by a boy with a baseball bat. The bat hit the back of her head and she blacked out.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she vaguely saw a boy run over and catch her.

The next time she woke up, she was already in the hospital with Stevie and Vivien sitting beside her. The nurse said that a boy took her to the hospital and he had paid for the bills. Unfortunately, he didn’t leave any contact information. The only thing he left her was a baseball jacket.

There was a lot of blood on the jacket. When Vivien washed it, she found a note in it, which read, “Rory, will you go to KT later?”

Becky believed it was Rory who had saved her. Later, she went to his school and gave the jacket back to him.

Rory, who was 18 years old back then, was tall and handsome, and his face looked warm and gentle under the sunlight. He was polite to her, completely different from the grown-up Rory.

However, in the next moment, Rory stood over her, pressing her down on her knees.

Becky suddenly woke up.

Looking at the white ceiling above her, she realized that she was only dreaming.

But it was by no means a good dream.