From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 361

He stood up, pressing his fingers to his temples as if to chase away a headache.

Exhausted, but with a strange sense of relief, like finally setting down a heavy suitcase after a long trip.

Shirley Carter snapped out of her daze, lifting her chin to glare at him. Her voice was steady, unyielding as ever. "I'm not signing the papers."

Hans Dale’s brow furrowed. He acted as if she hadn’t spoken at all. “The divorce papers will be with you tomorrow.”

“Hans, don’t push your luck,” Shirley shot back, her eyes flashing, voice sharp with anger.

Hans looked at her coolly, voice even. “Fine. If you don’t want a divorce, I can’t promise everything will be left to Daisy.”

Shirley's face paled.

He knew exactly where to hit her where it hurt.

He was threatening her with Daisy, their daughter.

Shirley’s knuckles went white, her jaw clenched so tight her words came out through gritted teeth. “Fine. Hans Dale. You’re really something.”

Every word sounded like it was dragged out of her, loaded with fury.

Hans said nothing, just lowered his gaze, icy and unmoved.

Shirley bit down on her lip, and after a long, painful silence, she forced out two words, her voice dry and hoarse. “I’ll sign.”

“You can’t!”

The sudden voice sliced through the tension in the room like a knife, stopping both of them in their tracks.

Shirley and Hans turned in unison to see Daisy Dale, pale as a sheet, staggering into the living room. Her eyes were rimmed with red, still sparkling with tears.

She looked heartbreakingly vulnerable, like a little kid lost at a crowded fair.

“Daisy…” Both parents spoke at once, startled and worried.

Hans’s voice was rough, his own pain clear as he glanced helplessly at Shirley, silently pleading for her to comfort their daughter.

Shirley didn’t want to give in, but seeing Daisy sobbing broke her heart. She got up and wrapped her arms around Daisy, speaking softly, “Honey, don’t cry. It’s just a divorce. I’ll always be here for you.”

“No, you can’t—!” Daisy’s voice broke as she looked up at Shirley, desperate, clutching her sleeve like a lifeline. “Mom, please tell him you didn’t mean it. Tell him you’re over it, that you’ll never talk to Uncle Lance again, or get involved with Ethan’s family…”

She was frantic, pleading, tears streaming down her face.

From Daisy’s words, Hans realized something was off.

He’d thought Daisy didn’t know a thing about what had happened between him and Shirley—but she knew everything.

With nothing left to hide, Hans’s voice turned cold and final. “Daisy, don’t cry anymore. My mind’s made up. This has nothing to do with whether your mom’s over it or not.”

The room fell silent, except for Daisy’s quiet, broken sobs and the distant sound of rain against the window, as the family’s world quietly, painfully, fell apart.