233 Mr. Satan's Revenge

The next morning, Emily received a call from Nathan.

Nathan's voice was rough and slightly slurred, likely the aftereffects of a hangover.

"Emily, let's get divorced."

She had heard these words from him six months ago. Back then, Nathan had looked down on her, and it was the beginning of the worst time in her life. She was thrown out of her home by her husband and mother-in-law, left to wander the streets with nowhere to go.

Who could have guessed that hearing these words again six months later would bring her a sense of relief?

Emily agreed, "Okay, I'll meet you at the city hall."

Nathan didn't say another word and hung up.

Because Mr. Satan had already told her about this last night, Emily was up early. After hanging up the phone, she quickly went downstairs.

Grace was in the living room. She glanced at Emily, "Heading out so early? Going to meet Vincent?"

There was a hint of probing in her tone.

Emily gave her a broad smile. "Yes. Do you want to date him too?"