Chapter 337

"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