This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

What? Sonia frowned and turned to see where the voice was coming from, but before she could get a proper look at the commotion, her body was suddenly pulled into a rough Embrace. Toby had his arms wound tightly around her as he spun her toward the other side before a second later, the sound of glass breaking came from the space where Sonia had been standing earlier. It was then followed by an intense sizzling that mimicked the low buzz of an electric current. At that moment, he let out a low grunt. Upon hearing the pain in his voice, she looked up at him. As she was alarmed by the large beads of cold sweat on his forehead and his pallor, she urged, “What is it? Are you okay?”

He released his grip on her without answering her and clamped his left hand over his right wrist by his side, which trembled slightly.

Her gaze fell on his right hand before her breath hitched as she stammered, “Y Your hand My hand’s fine. What about you? Are you okay?” He looked up at her, his face pale as he appraised her anxiously and she could tell that the fear in his eyes were genuine.

She opened and closed her mouth, unable to describe her complicated emotions into words. Is he an idiot? His own hand is injured, but all he cares about is whether I’m okay!

Toby stiffened at her lack of response. “Are you hurt?”

Sonia shook her head. “No.”

He held his gaze on her for a few more beats; it was only after he was certain she was telling the truth that he let out a small sigh of relief. As he flashed her a feeble smile, he assured, “That’s good.”

“Good? What the hell are you talking about?” She bit on her lip as she glowered at him. “Look at your hand!”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted.

Sonia pointed at his hand as an incredulous, humorless laugh escaped her. “Oh, it’s nothing?”

There was an open wound the size of a date on the back of his right hand. The skin looked like it had been peeled off from the mess that was blood and flesh; and the edges of the wound were erratic and burnt black—the result of a harsh corrosion.

Sonia could easily whittle down the list of potential substances capable of such erosion to one thing—acid!

At the thought of this, Sonia turned her icy gaze to the spot where she had been standing earlier. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together when she saw how the corrosive substance had spilled all over the driver’s side of the car. The acid had eaten away at the paint on the car before dripping and pooling into a sizzling puddle on the tarmac.

As it turned out, the man who called her a wretched woman had flung a bottle of acid at her in an attempt to kill her on the spot. When Toby saw this, he instantly reacted by pulling her into his arms and shielding her from the acid. However, when the glass bottle landed on the car and shattered, a speck of acid could have splattered onto the back of his hand, hence the horrific burn that marked his skin.

acid would have spilled on her and its contents would have burned her

she could be lucky enough to survive, but her skin would have been disfigured beyond repair. She would then lock herself away forever to

thoughts flashed in her mind,

as she glared

moment, there was a pair of gloves stuffed into his mouth to prevent him from speaking. Even so, the look on his face was menacing enough

he held such a wicked grudge against her. That didn’t matter, though, because everything would come to light as soon as the police

the entire incident as well as the audience watching the livestream. They were all mortified by

Sonia. A dramatic event like this would only ever occur in soap operas, and yet here they were, bearing witness to it in reality. Before long, they came to the collective consensus that they must

to the crowd of bustling reporters and returned to Toby’s side. Her brows were knitted tightly together as she gazed at his hand, and the look in her eyes was one that rivaled

keys,” she demanded hastily. “I have to drop you off at the hospital and I

met her gaze and answered, “The

and a waste of precious time, given how she was in a rush to get him to the doctor. “Do you mean the pocket of your pants or your coat?”

not dare to dawdle a fraction longer, he

gotten the exact location of his keys, Sonia rubbed the divot between her brows and reached into the left pocket of

didn’t think she would actually reach for the keys herself. Seeing that his left hand was completely fine, he had assumed that she would allow him to get the keys

feel the softness and warmth of her paw through the thin fabric. His skin tickled where her fingers brushed over it.

well, and it was only after she met his dark, piercing gaze

tips of her ears and she quickly grappled

in such a hurry to grab the keys that

swallowed convulsively and responded

this and she hummed in response after

still dwelling on it. He sighed a little and swiftly changed the subject. “Did you

her palm

“I leave the driving in your capable

man over there…” A freezing look passed over her delicate face as she glanced at the culprit, who was