Chapter 18
This question really threw me off guard.
Since the child was born prematurely, he had been receiving treatment in the ICU. I was so worried about him that I forgot
he didn’t even have a name yet.
Choosing a name was always a big deal.
1 pondered for a moment, struggling to find a suitable name.
Seeing my distress, Rose covered her mouth and laughed softly, suggesting, “Why not pick a nickname first?”
That was a good idea.
A name suddenly popped into my mind, and I blurted out, “How about ‘Benedict? It means ‘blessed–what do you think?”
“It’s good.” Aiden nodded approvingly.
Rose looked at the crib tenderly and said, “Baby, your mom has chosen a name for you. You’ll be called ‘Benedict‘ from now
- on.
As soon as she finished speaking, Benedict made two cooing sounds.
“Looks like he likes the name,” said Rose.
Looking at Benedict’s soft, chubby face, my heart melted. 1 bent down, called his name, and planted a kiss on his little face.
Time flew by, and evening came. Reluctantly, I said goodbye to Benedict.
Aiden drove me home, and to avoid suspicion from Quinn, I got off at the entrance of the villa complex.
Walking back to the villa, I realized I had overthought it.
The living room was pitch dark; Quinn wasn’t there at all.
1 changed my shoes and entered the living room. By the moonlight filtering through the window, I saw the eggs I hadn’t had the chance to eat still on the table.
I paused, instinctively intending to clean up-
I turned on the living room light, and the next second, I saw a man sitting on the sofa.
I was startled. When I realized it was Quinn, he was looking up a me, his deep–set eyes filled with chilliness.
“Where have you been?” he asked coldly, his tone oppressive and angry.
Avoiding his gaze, I lied, “I went back to the Hinton family. After answering, perhaps feeling guilty, I quickly headed upstairs. I’m tired, going to rest.”
As I passed the sofa, Quinn grabbed my wrist.
“I asked where you and Aiden went?” His voice was hoarse.
Feeling the chill from his fingertips, goosebumps broke out all over my body.
Suddenly, the image of him standing by the gravestone in the rain flashed through my mind.
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It really was Quinn. He had been at the funeral but why did he only show up after everyone had left?
I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t tell him the truth nor could concoct a believable reason.
“Let go!” My heart leaped to my throat,
“Our child was just buried… Quinn looked
It might have been my imagination, but his breath seemed to tremble slightly. His gaze was complex, and the emotions in his deep–set eyes were too intricate for me to decipher the meaning behind his words.
“And then? You can disappear even when our child is being buried. Why should I report to you where I go or who I’m with?” 1 took a deep breath, feeling a tightness in my chest, and unbidden tears welled up in my eyes.
I couldn’t hold back and said some long–held words, “You even learned Diana’s pregnancy from me. Quinn, what right do you have to question me here?” My voice was hoarse, and my eyes were full of heartbreak as I looked at him.
Quinn abruptly stood up, enraged, and gripped my neck tightly
“I have no right?” He narrowed his deep–set eyes and tightened his grip on my neck. For a moment, I thought he would strangle me.
My breathing became rapid, my face turning red as I stared at him in desperation. The sound of my voice barely escaped through my teeth. “Do you want me dead?”
No sooner had the words left my lips than he let go, throwing me heavily onto the sofa.
My body felt as though it would fall apart; I gasped for air. The place on my wrist where he had grasped turned an alarming shade of red. Supporting myself with my elbow, I managed to stand up.
From my bag. I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared earlier and threw them onto the coffee table.
“I don’t want the money or the house. Once you sign, we’ll go to the court to finalize the procedure.
“At this critical moment, your grandpa probably won’t feel like dealing with your divorce or remarriage issues. My heart was bitter, and I tried to remain calm, yet I dared not look at him.
I kept telling myself that my love for Quinn must end today.
With lowered eyes, I said clearly and deliberately, “If you’re worried about your reputation, you can issue a divorce statement to the public. Let the PR department draft any reason; I have no objections.”
“So according to your analysis, losing the child turns out to be a good thing.” Quinn sneered.
I never expected him to say such a thing: I looked up in disbelief
His eyes were deep, and after his anger subsided, he returned to his usual calmness, holding a cruel smile
“Quinn, you’re cold; you are not fit to be a father,” I said solemnly, my nose starting to sting as I turned and ran upstairs.
That night, I locked myself in the bedroom.
The villa was empty when I woke up the next day: Quinn had already disappeared.
The divorce papers were still on the coffee table; he hadn’t signed them.
I wasn’t surprised; I had anticipated that divorce wouldn’t be eas
After freshening up, I went to the company to handle the handover work before leaving my job. Then, I could spend more
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time with Benedict.
As I exited the elevator, Raclynn hurried over, concerned, “Ms. Hinton, how come you’re not resting at home for a while longer! Don’t worry about work; I’ll take care of everything”
I knew she was worrying about me and smiled to thank her for her kindness.
Just as I was about to tell her about my resignation plan, she frowned and muttered behind me, “What’s she doing here?”
I turned around and saw Diana with her makeup perfectly done
She held a document folder, examining me for a few seconds before curling her lips mockingly. “Ms. Hinton, it’s impressive that you can return to work the day after your child’s burial.”
“Miss Terell, you are being a bit too nosy.” Raelynn couldn’t help but speak up for me.
Diana glared at her and waved the documents in her hand at me. “There’s a document that needs your signature.
I let her into the office. She closed the door and immediately put on a smug expression.
I knew signing was just an excuse. “What do you want? Just say it I sat down and asked casually.
Diana opened the document and proudly slapped it down in front of me, “Guess what Alex will do to you and the Hinton family if these get exposed?”
Several pages fell out, including my adoption certificate.
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