“Is this for me?" Quentin's heart leaped. He was about to reach for the wallet, but Noelle snatched it away. "Nope," she responded coolly, without looking up. She carefully placed the wallet and the bag into the suitcase compartment. Quentin inhaled sharply. It was clear to him now who the wallet was meant for. Suppressing his anger, he tried to speak calmly, "I'm your husband, Elle."Noelle arched her brow. "I would've forgotten about that if you hadn't mentioned it, Mr. Lowe." Then, she clicked the suitcase shut and set it aside. His brows drew together in a tight frown. He was well aware that his constant letdowns had led her to say that, but it still didn't sit well with him. Looking at him calmly, she said, "I've had plenty of time to think things through these past three days in Cleaveland. I've given you one last chance, and you blew it. So, it's time to keep your promise, Quentin. Let's get a divorce!"Quentin's gaze hardened as he looked at her. "So, you're leaving m
Martin, pleasantly surprised, accepted the gifts and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Lowe!" Noelle smiled. "You're welcome."Then, she answered the phone, her smile broadening. "Yeah, I've just arrived, Johnnie. I had a great time," she said as she fished out the gift she'd bought for John. Noelle wanted to have a courier drop it off for him later.Before she could hang up the phone, the gift slipped from her grasp and landed in Quentin's hands. Noelle gasped and turned her head. Quentin held the gift with pure disdain. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent the wallet flying. It sailed from the second floor, bouncing off the wall and landing with a thud on the ground. Noelle's breath caught in her throat. "Quentin Lowe!" She immediately hung up the phone and rushed downstairs to retrieve the wallet. Her temper flared when she picked it up. There was no way she could give this to John then. The leather was scuffed and damaged. "Why the hell did you do that, Quentin?" Noelle stood
Quentin got out of the car, strode over to the Volkswagen Sagitar, yanked open the driver's door, and pulled Noelle out. "Get in my car!"He shoved her into the passenger seat and tossed the keys to the Volkswagen Sagitar to a security guard. "Could you please drive this to my doorstep? Thanks a lot." Then, he climbed into his car, started the engine, and sped out of the neighborhood. Noelle took a deep breath. "Don't expect me to thank you, Quentin!"Quentin almost scoffed. "I just don't want you to meet an untimely end before you even get to see your mom, Noelle. I'm not expecting you to thank me!"Tension filled the car, and he decided to keep his mouth shut. And just like that, the couple arrived at Dragfort Hospital. From a distance, he spotted a slender figure standing at the hospital entrance. Quentin drove over, and the both of them got out of the car. "Mom!" Noelle rushed up to Emmie. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"Emmie's face was pale, and she was clutching her abdo
Emmie didn't want her daughter to worry about her. Michael's car promptly drove away. Emmie took a deep breath, hung up the phone, and left the bedroom. Standing in the hallway, she called out, "Elle, Quentin!"Noelle was on the couch in the living room upstairs, unable to sleep because she was worried about Emmie. Noelle didn't want to disturb her, so she scrolled through the news on her phone. However, she stumbled upon a news article about Michael lavishly celebrating Lia's birthday. The way he looked at her made it seem as though Lia was his lawfully wedded wife. Her heart ached as she watched Michael put his arm around Lia's slender waist as they sliced the cake together. "Mom must've been devastated," she thought. Perhaps her mother had fallen ill because of them. Just then, Emmie's voice rang out from downstairs. Noelle immediately set her phone down and rushed downstairs. "Mom!" Quentin followed close behind. Noelle rushed up to Emmie and asked with concern, "Is your s
"It's been ages. Why don't you have a chat with Mr. Callahan?" Just then, Michael walked over, draped his arm around Emmie's shoulder, and smiled affectionately. He then pulled out a chair and sat down.At that moment, both Emmie and Elijah were rooted to the spot. Leonard had invited him to a reunion with their former classmates, but he hadn't expected to see Michael and Emmie there. The joy Elijah had felt when he first saw Emmie vanished the moment Michael showed up.Michael's assistant brought in a few bottles of fine wine. Michael gestured for him to pour everyone a glass, "There's no need to be shy. We're all from Collinview University, after all. So, that makes us friends, no matter where we are. Let's enjoy tonight to the fullest!"Emmie clenched her fists. It was clear to her now that Michael had set this whole thing up. He had deliberately invited Elijah and brought her here to put them on the spot."Let's get this party started!" an older classmate exclaimed, rising to h
Emmie shot daggers at him. "Michael Xanthos, you've gotten what you wanted. So, why won't you let me go?"Michael sneered, "I've gotten what I wanted? What are you on about? I just brought you here to catch up with your old flame. Why don't you enlighten me on what I've gotten out of this, Professor Fox?"He arched his brow, wearing a devil-may-care grin that made her feel as though the rebellious Michael of his younger days had returned. Emmie looked at him, her cold expression melting into a pained expression. Clutching her abdomen, she doubled over and instantly fell silent. Michael was caught off guard. He hastily reached out to support her. "What's wrong? Emmie?"Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to stand, the pain in her stomach unbearable. His breath hitched in his throat. He scooped her up and hurried toward his car.… Meanwhile, Quentin's blood ran cold when he spotted Noelle's car behind his. He was about to roll down his window to tell her not to
However, Noelle yanked her arm out of Quentin's grasp again. "Quentin Lowe, if you want to go, just go! Why are you dragging me into this? You're the one who owes her brother, not me! I've already paid the price with three years of our marriage, and I've had enough! I don't want to live like this for another day!" With that, she turned to leave.Quentin's heart felt as if it was being torn apart as he hastened after her, his hand closing around her arm. "Fine, I won't go! Let's go home!" He held onto her arm with one hand while answering the doctor's call with the other. "I'm afraid I can't make it right now. Please do everything in your power to save Xyla. Thank you!"After hanging up, he put his phone away and ushered Noelle to his car, shoving her in. She was in no condition to drive at the moment. Quentin called Martin and asked him to take Noelle's car to the repair shop. Then, he took her home.On the way home, he kept a close eye on her in the rearview mirror. Even though her
As soon as the call went through, Noelle broke down. "What on earth do you want, Michael Xanthos? Why are you still holding onto my mom when you're out there parading your relationship with Lia? Have you no shame?""Who do you think you are, talking to me like that, Noelle Xanthos?" Michael's menacing voice came through, causing her sobs to falter. Michael couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on Noelle. With a scowl on his face, he tossed Emmie the phone and sat down on the couch. "She's your daughter; you talk to her!"Emmie left her phone in Michael's car. "Don't worry, Elle. I just had a stomachache. It's nothing serious," she said weakly. Noelle sobbed, "Mom, why don't you just go to court and file for divorce…"Emmie's breath hitched. Michael wasn't someone she could easily cross. He still had a hold over her head. So, divorcing him was out of the question."Elle, let's not do this right now, okay? I'm going to get some rest. Be a good girl, okay?" Her voice was gentle