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,
Quentin eased his car to a stop next to the Volkswagen Sagitar. Then, he got out and tapped on the window. The silence that followed told him all he needed to know; Noelle was fast asleep.There was a hotel in the rest area, and he wanted nothing more than to get Noelle inside. However, the car door was locked, and he couldn't open it. In the frigid northern night, the car would soon become a frozen tomb.His heart was heavy with worry as he raised his hand again and pounded on the window. This time, he successfully roused her from sleep. Noelle lifted her head from the steering wheel, looking disoriented. Quentin called her phone again, and this time, she picked up."Elle, listen to me; you have to go to the hotel to rest! You'll freeze out here!" In the frigid northern night, Quentin stood tall and elegant in his black Gucci coat. Despite the biting temperatures, he remained impeccably poised and handsome.Noelle could already feel the cold seeping into her body. Disregarding the
Lorraine was dumbfounded. "Noelle, you can't even manage regular roads, and yet you drove all the way there?"Lorraine was on pins and needles. "Alright, give me your address, and I'll come to you!" Also, she had no idea what had happened to upset her so much. Lorraine had to see her in person to feel reassured.Noelle shared her location but immediately added: "Don't come over—it's the dead of the night!" Lorraine: "Don't worry about it. Just get some rest and save a bed for me." Then, she swiftly packed and headed out.When Noelle called Lorraine again, she was already on the highway. "Don't worry. I'm on my way. I'll definitely be there before sunrise!"With a friend like that, what more could anyone ask for? Noelle was moved to tears.There were only a few hours left until dawn, and Noelle fell into a fitful sleep. When she woke up, she was consumed with worry for Lorraine. She was afraid that something might have happened to her on the highway.Just then, a tall woman walk