Amy spotted Quentin and recognized him; he was the wealthy man who had brought her to meet Xyla the other day. She frowned and asked, "Is that young lady your wife or your younger sister?"Quentin responded, "Of course, she's my wife!"Amy shook her head in exasperation. "How could you be so blind as to favor a woman who would kill her own child over your beautiful and kind wife, young man? Xyla was the one who kept climbing into Eugene's bed every night; she enjoyed every minute of it, yet she had the gall to claim she was forced to be with Eugene? Bullshit! Even animals have more shame than she does!"Amy was really worked up when she mentioned Xyla. It was clear that she wasn't putting on an act. A sense of dread began to creep into Quentin's heart. He had a sinking feeling that he'd been deceived by Xyla once again. Dennis, who was standing behind him, burst out laughing. "Would you look at that? Now you know Xyla for who she truly is! And to think you even donated 28 ounces
Like grains of sand slipping through his fingers, Quentin watched as Noelle's tall figure descended the stairs. He felt a vast emptiness engulf his heart at that moment.Noelle didn't let Amy stay at Windsor Villa. She dropped her off at a hotel, paid for a month's lodging and meals, and then headed to the hospital.…Lorraine was drifting in and out of consciousness when she noticed someone standing next to her bed. The man appeared as gentlemanly and refined as ever as he said, "If only you had known then what you know now, Lorraine Summer!"Her voice cracked as she called out, "Mark Lowe!""Lorraine?" Noelle pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as she spotted Lorraine sitting on the bed, her face streaked with tears, she asked with concern, "What's wrong?"It might have been her imagination, but Noelle thought she heard Lorraine calling out for Mark. It didn't make sense to her, though. After all, Mark and Lorraine had no association with each other. "Did you have a n
Xyla had done her makeup. Even though she had just been pulled through from the brink of death, she looked surprisingly well. It made sense, considering all the blood Quentin had donated to her."What a coincidence to see you here, Noelle!" Xyla's eyes twinkled as she pretended to be concerned. "Are you sick? I heard you weren't feeling well while I was being treated. But Quentin decided to help me first. Are you okay? He just gave me a blood transfusion. It would be quite a problem if you needed one too!"Her seemingly caring words had a biting edge.Noelle felt a sharp pain in her chest as she looked at Xyla, but she plastered a smile on her face. "Thanks for worrying about me. I'll never need him to give me a blood transfusion because I will not have an abortion. If I do become pregnant, I'll just give birth to the child, because my child will undoubtedly be the beloved heir of the Lowe family."Her unruffled response caused Xyla's face to turn sour. The latter clenched her fist
Noelle felt nothing but irony as she watched the scene unfold. "Don't you think you're being a hypocrite, Quentin? You're the one who gave her the chance and the nerve to mock me!"Quentin's expression became unreadable. "Elle!"Noelle sighed and couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on him anymore. "You should head back. I'll go home after I take care of Lorraine for a couple of days here."His presence would only remind her of how he had rushed to save Xyla so selflessly the other day; it would also remind her of how little she mattered to him and make her feel even worse. Quentin took a deep breath. He was well aware that she was still upset and that staying here any longer would only make things worse. He sighed. "I'll head back first. Don't push yourself too hard." Then, he turned and left.Meanwhile, Janet learned that Quentin had donated blood to Xyla and rushed over to Windsor Villa. However, the front gate was locked, and there was no one inside. So, she immediately c
Noelle almost crashed into Quentin's arms when she turned around. "Quentin?" she gasped. The dim light made it hard to see his face clearly, but he was noticeably thin."Please don't leave me, Elle." He wrapped his arms around her like a helpless child who'd been abandoned by his parents. "I can't imagine what life would be like without you, Elle, so don't leave me!"His desperate pleas made her heart flutter. Noelle felt suffocated. "Quentin, I—" As soon as she opened her mouth, the man collapsed, and her eyes widened in shock. Ten minutes later, she was finally able to get him onto the bed. She took his temperature and found it was 102.2 degrees Fahrenheit. Noelle hastily went to get some fever medication and water.After taking his medication and drinking some water, he smiled at her. "Elle, you still love me, don't you?"Noelle looked at him and felt deceived. "Don't be so full of yourself!" She then turned and left. As soon as she left, Quentin spat out the fever medicine he
"Besides, are you sure you didn't catch a cold because you overdid it when you donated your blood to Xyla?" Dennis asked.Quentin glared at him. "I'm not that weak!" He just had no idea how to face Noelle. He didn't want a divorce and was filled with pent-up frustration, so he fell ill. Dennis said, "Let me call Xyla over to keep you company then." He started dialing Xyla's number.Quentin shot him a menacing glare. "Don't you even think about it!"Dennis immediately stopped. "Alright, I'll keep you company then."He plopped down in a nearby chair but soon found himself extremely bored. He found a profile picture of a bird of paradise on WhatsApp, clicked on it, and sent a message. "It's time to pay this month's installment, Ms. Pitts."Half an hour later, she replied. "Could you please give me a few more days, Mr. Jackman? The dessert shop hasn't paid me yet."Dennis: "I can give you a little more time, but the others won't do the same for me! Why don't you come over to Dragfo
Noelle greeted them. "Hello, Johnnie. Hello, Mr. Mane." She set the bouquet she was holding on the windowsill by the bed and turned to ask John with concern, "Was there something wrong with the alcohol? Did you end up drinking something bad?"John responded, "Yeah, a little. Four out of five of us passed out. The fifth person didn't drink."He looked a little embarrassed as he continued, "It's the first time this has happened in all these years."Leslie chimed in, "Don't let his casual tone fool you, Ms. Xanthos. Mr. Xenos doesn't want you to know how terrifying the situation was last night!""Leslie!" John frowned, clearly displeased. Leslie bit his tongue and swallowed whatever she was about to say back.John turned to Noelle, his gaze softening once again. "Don't listen to him, Elle. He's just exaggerating."Noelle asked worriedly, "Do you have your blood test results? I'd like to see them."He cleared his throat. "No, it's with the doctor. Seriously, Elle, don't worry. It'
Throughout the day, Quentin's temperature didn't rise, but it hovered around 99.5 degrees Fahrenheit. So, he was pretty miserable all day. Yet, Noelle didn't call or even text him. It was as if he didn't exist in her life at all. After taking a hot shower, he lay down on the bed and couldn't help but pull her close. "You heartless woman!" he muttered bitterly.When she woke up and found him sleeping next to her, Noelle froze, as she had no idea when he had returned. But she only stared at him for a while before she got out of bed and went to freshen up.Quentin was already awake, but he just hadn't opened his eyes. He was waiting for her to say something or at least touch his forehead, but she didn't. He felt a cold, unsettling emptiness in his chest.Noelle called John from the study to ask him how he was doing and said she'd visit him later. John was overjoyed, but he still said, "Elle, you don't have to come over if you're busy. There's nothing much going on here anyway."He h