"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
Quentin had considered asking Michael for help, but he had to be mindful of Noelle's feelings, so he wouldn't ask for his help unless it was absolutely necessary. He hardly slept that night, and before he knew it, morning had arrived.When she emerged from the bedroom, Noelle noticed that the door to the study was ajar. Quentin appeared at the doorway, neatly dressed, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're up!"Noelle seemed to have returned to her normal self. Quentin felt slightly relieved as he thought, "Maybe she was triggered by Michael's trending news yesterday.""Breakfast is ready. Go ahead and dig in," he said warmly.Noelle responded, "Alright." While descending the stairs, she answered her phone. "Oh, you're at Starview Plaza, Yvette? I'll be there in half an hour."Quentin followed her downstairs. "Are you off to the mall?" he asked."Yep," she responded, arching her brow. When they reached the living room on the first floor, he walked over and gave her a hug. "G
Xyla stared at Noelle in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"Noelle arched her brow before casually taking a seat on the couch across from Xyla and placing her handbag and the key to her Lamborghini on the coffee table. "I'm here to check on you, Ms. Cadwell! After all, it would be downright rude of me not to visit you when you've been sick for so many days."Gone was the once-beautiful Xyla, now reduced to a shadow of her former self; she was pale, emaciated, and with most of her hair gone. Noelle tried to mask her astonishment behind a bright smile. Crossing her slender legs, she sat in a way that screamed "high society".Xyla's attention was immediately drawn to the Lamborghini key on the coffee table. The striking logo seemed to be taunting her. She was well aware that Quentin owned a Lamborghini that was worth over a hundred million dollars, but she had never had the chance to drive it. She couldn't believe that he actually allowed Noelle to drive it. "Who does this bitch t
"Did you go to see Xyla?" Quentin sat down beside Noelle, his voice deep and gentle, but his gaze stern.Noelle arched her brow. "I did. You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him defiantly. His brows drew together as he realized he was having trouble reading her. He told himself not to get angry because if he did, she'd use it as ammunition for divorce. But he still couldn't help but say, "Xyla's suffering from a terminal illness. If she gets treated, there's a chance she might live; if not, she doesn't have much time left. Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?" His gaze was sincere, almost pleading.Her expression hardened as she sprung to her feet. "How dare you ask me to just let it go, Quentin Lowe? My life's been a mess since she came back! Whenever I was in danger and needed you, you were always with her! "On top of that, she's falsely accused me several times, forcing me to endure your interrogations and doubts! And now, you expect me
Quentin responded, "Yes. I want it alive."Martin asked hesitantly, "Y-You're not going to ask me to kill it, are you?"Quentin snapped, "Not a chance!"Martin was at a loss for words. He rushed to the market, picked out a fat rooster, and had it delivered to Windsor Villa. Quentin went out with a knife in his hand.Noelle watched him through the window and couldn't help but purse her lips. Was he seriously going to kill that rooster? Noelle couldn't picture that bloody scene. She jumped out of bed and ran outside. "Stop right there, Quentin!"Quentin was about to kill the rooster, but he came to a halt when he heard that. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?""Spare the rooster! I don't even want to eat chicken!" she said.He chuckled. Though he had steeled himself to come out with the knife, he was actually quite nervous, as he'd never slaughtered a chicken before. Now, he looked visibly relieved. "Are you sure you don't want me to kill it?" He was still holding the