Lydia stomped her foot. "She should be the one to pay for the repairs!"Chance frowned. "She's my cousin's wife!"Lydia froze. Then, she pouted and fell silent. The driver drove her car away, and Chance gave Noelle a curt nod before leaving with Lydia. Just then, Lorraine arrived. "Is it over?" she asked, glancing at the two retreating figures.Noelle responded offhandedly, "That's Quentin's cousin and his mistress."Lorraine tugged at the corner of her lips. Then, it curled into a derisive smile. All the men in the Lowe family were indeed cut from the same cloth. With a smile, she said, "Well, all that matters is that you're okay. I'll have to be careful not to talk to you while you're driving from now on."Lorraine turned to inspect Noelle's car, noting a small dent in the front but nothing too serious. "Do you want to take it in for repairs?" she asked, looking back at her.Noelle looked puzzled as she asked, "Say, why do they always seem to go after married men? Is it rea
When Noelle arrived at Corner Café, Zion had just gotten out of his car. He noticed the dent in the front of her car and asked, "Did you get into an accident?"Noelle responded, "Yep!" It then dawned on her that even though the car she hit belonged to Chance's mistress, she should still cover the repair costs. She'd have to get in touch with Chance later.Noelle and Zion walked toward the café. As soon as she looked up, she saw a sign on the glass door of the café that read: "Closed for the day." Noelle stopped in her tracks and looked at Zion.Noticing her puzzled look, he chuckled and explained, "This works out well for us. We can focus on our studies without any distractions!"Noelle followed him into the café, still a little skeptical. Soon, she realized that the café wasn't actually closed; it was only closed to other customers. The owner welcomed them warmly and treated them to a variety of juices and snacks."Did you rent this place out?" she asked Zion, sounding doubtful.
Zion was just about to get into the car when he received a call from Quentin. "Don't you dare move a muscle, Zion Jenkins!" he said menacingly as he stood at the entrance to the café.Zion was torn, unsure whether to get in or not. Noelle noticed his hesitation, glanced at Quentin, and understood what was going on. Her temper flared as she wondered who gave him the right to treat her like this.Without saying a word, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Ms. Cadwell, I hope you'll be able to keep your fiancé in check. He's currently harassing his ex-wife!" Across from her, Zion burst into laughter. "This is getting good," he mused. His gaze shifted to the man at the entrance, and he noticed his expression hardening. …In the hospital, Xyla's face lost all its color as Noelle's words sank in. She was so rattled that she struggled to breathe. With trembling hands, she ended the call with Noelle and tried to reach Quentin, but he declined her call after a couple of rings.
Noelle's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Quentin. "What did you just say?"He turned to look at her and said, "I said, we're still legally married; we haven't divorced. Those divorce certificates were forgeries that I created to deceive you!"Noelle couldn't take it anymore. With a blood-curdling scream, she lunged at him. "Quentin Lowe, you must be out of your mind! How could you lie to me like that? You scumbag!" She threw herself at him, her small fists raining down on him as she sobbed uncontrollably. Quentin gritted his teeth and bore the brunt of her blows until she was breathless and spent. He gently held her waist and suggested, "Why don't you take a break? We can continue later."His words earned him another barrage of punches from the woman. Quentin's once-handsome face was now battered and bruised, and if the cops hadn't knocked on the car window at that moment, Noelle might have kept going.The officer knocked on the window and peered inside, but the dark t
And just like that, the couple arrived at Harmony Creek. When she was about to get out of the car, Noelle glared at Quentin, who was in the driver's seat. "I'll be waiting for you at the courthouse first thing tomorrow, Quentin! You'd better be there or else!"Quentin arched his brow and asked indifferently, "Or else what?"Her anger boiled over. After getting out of the car, she kicked the understated yet luxurious vehicle before storming upstairs. The loud thud of her kick at the car made his heart skip a beat. He smoked a cigarette inside before he got out and went upstairs.Noelle replayed the events of the day at the courthouse in her mind. She remembered submitting all the necessary paperwork. Then, Yvette called. Right after she finished the call, Quentin handed her the divorce certificate.Right, it was Quentin who had handed her the divorce certificate, not the staff. So, he must've prepared a fake divorce certificate ahead of time to give it to her at the courthouse. And
After hanging up the phone, Quentin turned to Noelle, who was holding a knife and shaking, and said, "Elle, Grandpa fainted! He has a cerebral hemorrhage!" Then, he rushed out of the door.The knife slipped from Noelle's hand, clattering on the floor as she sank to the ground. It was as if all her strength had left her.Yvette was worried about both Fred and Noelle. She was at a loss for what to do when Noelle pulled herself up and said, "Grandpa! I need to go see him!" Then, she scrambled to grab her phone, shoved it into her bag, flung open the door, and dashed out.Yvette hurried over, picked up the knife from the floor, and put it back where it belonged before chasing after Noelle. "Hop in, Noelle!" Yvette was worried that she might be too unsettled to drive. Noelle, on the other hand, climbed straight into her own car. With no other option, Yvette followed closely behind. …Meanwhile, Quentin charged into the emergency department at Dragfort Hospital and immediately spotte
Mark was caught off guard, and his expression changed slightly. Quentin returned carrying the thermos, with Janet, Yvette, and the rest of his family following closely behind.When Monica saw Noelle, she scowled. "Why are you still clinging to the title of the Lowe family's eldest granddaughter-in-law after your divorce?"Chance shifted uncomfortably and shot her a look, whispering, "Mom, please watch what you say!" Monica snorted disdainfully. "We're still married!" Quentin exclaimed as he automatically positioned himself next to Noelle. He tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away. "We'll be getting a divorce tomorrow!" she stated flatly.Everyone in the room was stunned. "What's the meaning of this, Quentin? Explain yourself!" Janet demanded. She felt like she'd been played for a fool and was so angry that she wanted to strangle her son to get the truth out of him.Quentin responded calmly, "The divorce certificate is fake. There's all there is to it."Unable to contain
Janet couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on Monica. It seemed like the more attention she gave her, the more she'd act up. Janet snapped at Xyla, "Who told you that you were getting married? Quentin and Elle are still married! How could you get married under these circumstances?"Xyla's face lost all its color when she realized Quentin and Noelle were still married. Then, she shot daggers at Noelle. This bitch must be the one who was clinging to Quentin and refusing to get a divorce! Her hands balled into fists, and she had a strong urge to tear Noelle to shreds right then and there. However, she soon pulled herself together. Tears pooled in her eyes as she turned around and looked at Quentin with a sorrowful expression. "Is your mom telling the truth, Quint? Is it true that you and Noelle are still married? Have you been lying to me?" Her eyes were filled with profound sorrow and pain as she gazed at him, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I know I've made many mistakes,