Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Be My Brother

“Ugh, I wish I had a younger brother like you.” Laura sighed dramatically, then her eyes lit up. “Wait, Quinn and I are the same age. Why don’t you just consider me your sister too? Let me experience what it’s

like to be an older sister for once!”

Harlan gave her a deadpan look, as if questioning her sanity. “You want to be my sister? Could you carry me on your back for nearly three kilometers through a blizzard to get me to a hospital? Or knock me flat and beat me into obedience?”

Laura touched her nose in defeat. Okay, fair. I couldn’t do any of that.

“Exactly. Not just anyone qualifies to be my sister,” he said coolly. That offhand comment sent an unexpected chill down Laura’s spine.

It was easy to forget sometimes. When he was by Quinn’s side, Harlan seemed gentle, almost like a loyal, oversized puppy. But that was only with her. Outside of Quinn’s presence, Harlan was a force to be reckoned with, a notorious little tyrant back in Jexburgh.

No one dared cross him. And if someone did, they would definitely pay the price.

“All right, Laura was just joking,” Quinn said.

Harlan looked at her seriously. “Joke or not, you’re the only older sister I’ve ever had, and the only one I recognize.”

Soon, the food arrived. Quinn began eating in earnest. She was genuinely hungry, and her pace reflected that.

“Slow down, or you’ll choke,” Harlan said gently as he ladled some soup into her bowl. He carefully moved all her favorite dishes closer to her, making sure everything was within

Watching his every action, Laura couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

easy reach.

This is the so-called “tyrant of Jexburgh”? Right now, he looks more like a golden retriever, tail wagging, eyes sparkling, doting shamelessly on his beloved human.

Once Quinn had nearly finished her meal, Harlan suddenly asked, “So… when are you planning to get a divorce?”

The question landed like a dropped glass. Quinn paused mid-bite. Laura’s head whipped toward Harlan in surprise.

No one had ever told him about Quinn’s decision to divorce.

Harlan narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched. “Don’t tell me… after everything that’s happened, you’re still not planning to get a divorce. Do you really love Trent that much? So much that, even with him messing around with another woman, even after the way his family treated you, you’re still willing to endure it all?”

Quinn said nothing.

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Her silence only fueled his frustration. “What is it about him that makes you hold on so tightly? He’s not the center of the universe, Quinn. For a woman like you, he’s not even close to being worthy. Do I need to go find him myself and force the divorce papers into his hands?”

“I’m going to divorce him,” Quinn said, cutting him off.

Harlan froze, the anger on his face abruptly giving way to surprise.

“Yes,” she repeated, quieter but firmer this time. “I’ll divorce him.” Her gaze dropped to her ring finger. The wedding ring had long been taken off.

“Just like you said, there’s nothing good about Trent,” Quinn murmured. “So naturally, there’s nothing left

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