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
Quentin didn't even spare Laura a glance. "Do whatever you want."Laura set her tray down and pretended to trip over the chair, falling right into Quentin's arms. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, using the man for support as she slowly rose to her feet. She deliberately pressed her boobs against his chest and looked at him seductively.Quentin's face twisted in disgust. He seized her arm, yanked her up, and pushed her away. "Scram!" He had seen his fair share of shamelessness, but this was on a whole new level. Laura was sent sprawling on the ground, her face flushing a deep crimson. With so many eyes on her, she stomped her foot and huffed, "So what if you're rich? My brother-in-law is way richer than you! His family's the wealthiest in Dragfort!"Quentin had already gotten up, and when he heard Laura's outburst, he stopped in his tracks for a moment but chose not to engage. He made his way to the entrance of the restaurant, took off his coat, and dumped it in the trash can before he l
Madison's expression remained as impassive as before as she walked past Chance, heading straight for the water cooler with a kettle in hand.Chance watched as her slender figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor. He returned to the ward, sat beside Fred's bed, and started checking the dosages on each medicine bottle. "Madison has already checked them," Fred said.Chance's arm stiffened. He looked up and said, "Grandpa, you're awake!"Fred responded, "I've been awake for some time now. It seems like all of you prefer your mistresses over your wives at home. None of you seem to cherish what you have!" He sighed, feeling as if he'd failed his grandchildren.Chance didn't respond. Instead, he said, "It's time for your medicine. Let me help you." He got up and went to the end of the bed. After raising the headboard, he poured a glass of water and helped Fred take his medication.After taking his medication, Fred asked, "Where's Quentin?"Chance had no idea where he was e
After Noelle left, Lorraine went straight home. She opened the door and was just about to take off her shoes when someone covered her mouth from behind. The person dragged her toward the bed and forced her down onto it. The man took out a rope and secured her hands, then held her chin firmly, forcing her to turn her head. As soon as she saw Mark, Lorraine's pupils dilated. His gaze was cold and contemptuous as he asked lowly, "So, you lied to me, huh?"Her heart raced, but she forced herself to ask, "What are you talking about?" Mark sneered, "You told me you had an STD. What? Have you forgotten about that already? Do you need me to jog your memory?"He grasped her chin so tightly that it felt as though her bones might break. With her mouth hung open and her head tilted back, she looked at him in fright, but she couldn't say a word. Mark let go of her and started undoing his collar. Over an hour later, Lorraine lay on the bed, her body quivering and drenched in sweat as though