Quentin was caught off guard. "Does that mean that car belonged to my father?" he wondered, clenching his fists. …Meanwhile, Mark received an update from his subordinate. Things had gone wrong with Noelle, but Lorraine's place was already set on fire. It was highly likely that she was dead.When Mark heard that they had failed to get rid of Noelle, his temper flared, and he spat out, "All of you are useless!"However, his expression softened slightly when he heard the rest of the report. "Did you make sure it was done right?"His subordinate responded, "Don't worry, Mr. Lowe!" Mark breathed a sigh of relief. The car rolled to a halt on the driveway of Lowe Mansion. Mark got out, appearing as if he had just returned from a social gathering. A subtle hint of alcohol clung to his bespoke suit. With a quick adjustment of his coat, he was back to his usual gentle and gentlemanly demeanor. He walked into the house. Janet was curled up on the couch in the living room, watching a te
The dancing flames cast an eerie glow on Lorraine's ashen face as she managed a bitter smile. A single tear escaped her eye and trickled down her cheek before falling onto the surface of her phone. …Early in the morning, Janet checked her phone and came across the news about a fire at Majestic Bay Sands Residences that claimed the life of a woman who was living there. "Oh my goodness, this is awful! Someone actually died in the fire!"Mark, who was adjusting his suit in front of the mirror, thought it was such a shame to lose a beauty like Lorraine. However, he frowned and said, "That is quite unsettling.""Mhm! It's best to be careful when you live alone. The police said they're trying to contact the victim's family, but it seems like they can't get in touch with anyone. Maybe she was an only child, and her parents passed away a long time ago. Poor thing!" she responded.He frowned as he suddenly found Janet's chatter annoying. "I'm going to the hospital. Do you want to join me
Noelle's voice dropped, as if she was worried that she'd disturb Lorraine. She let go of Quentin, took a few steps back, and ran toward the apartment building's stairs. "Lorraine's in there! I have to find her!"Quentin felt a dull ache in his chest. He seized her arm and said, "Lorraine is dead, Elle!" Even though the truth was brutal, he had to tell her. After all, it was something she had to come to terms with eventually.Noelle stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to look at him in disbelief. Then, she burst into tears and cried out, "No, that's impossible! She can't be dead; she called me just last night!"Noelle broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks. "She called me, and I didn't answer… If I had, maybe she'd still be alive! She must have been waiting for me to rescue her…"Guilt consumed Noelle. Lorraine must've called her last night to ask for help, yet she had ignored her. In light of Lorraine's passing, all the hatred she had felt seemed utterly insignificant
"Listen to Dad," Mark said, silently clasping Janet's hand.At that moment, her hand involuntarily trembled. It was a familiar gesture between them, one that always made her heart flutter and feel deeply loved. But now, with Charlotte's voice ringing in her ears, Janet silently clenched her fists.Half an hour later, Janet and Mark left the hospital together. When they parted at the entrance, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, looking every inch the devoted husband. Yet, her heart skipped a beat, and she did not hug him back.Usually, she'd look up at him with a playful smile, but now she was in a daze, as if her mind was a blank slate. Mark was waiting to go to work and didn't notice her expression. When the driver pulled up, he got into the car and left.Janet returned to Lowe Mansion, but her mind was still wandering. She couldn't stop wondering what Mark had been up to last night.Right then, Charlotte arrived, her maid trailing behind with a pot of orchids. "I brought t
Yvette had been holed up in her room since she returned home from school, only coming out when the housekeepers called her for meals. Olivia was quite surprised to see her out at the moment.Yvette explained, "Noelle's friend passed away. Quentin asked me to go over and keep her company.""Alright, go on then. Don't forget to visit your grandfather after that!" Olivia chirped.Yvette nodded. Olivia was well aware that her daughter was a chatterbox who loved to go out and have fun. So, when she saw how quiet her daughter had been the last few days, she couldn't help but find it odd. …Yvette arrived at Noelle's place and was surprised to see an alpaca in the apartment. She crouched down to pet it. "It's so adorable! Where on earth did you get it, Noelle?"Noelle sat on the couch with a blank expression. "Johnnie gave it to me."When she heard that name, Yvette fell silent for a few seconds. Then, she stood up and sat beside Noelle. "You need to pull yourself together, Noelle. Af
Noelle sat on the couch, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her face was pale, her eyes were red and puffy, and her expression was wooden and sorrowful. "She must've shed a lot of tears today," Quentin surmised. His heart ached, and he told Yvette, "Why don't you head home first, Yvette?"After Yvette left, he sat beside Noelle and held her hand. "None of this is your fault, Elle. All you did was miss a call. I'm sure that the person who did this had planned to get rid of Lorraine for a while now."Noelle looked at her with tearful eyes. "You think it was him too, don't you?"Quentin fell silent. His silence only made her more certain that he thought the same. "I bet you already have proof that your father's the killer, but you're not going to turn him in, are you?" she sneered.Quentin felt a little stifled. He responded with a frown, "Elle, I know Lorraine is your friend, but she's also a homewrecker! Why should I turn my father in because of a woman who was trying to
"Who told you? Was it Noelle?" Mark picked up a glass of water from the cabinet and took a sip. His gaze was dark, as he was plotting his next move.Janet sneered, "If you didn't want me to find out, you shouldn't have done it in the first place! My only regret is that I was too blind to see who you really were, and I ended up marrying someone like you, Mark Lowe!" With that, she turned on her heel and started to leave.He swirled the water in his glass. "Jan, we can still be a loving couple if you just pretend not to know about this.""Do you honestly think I'd still want anything to do with you?" she sneered, glancing over. Mark frowned. Janet left without a backward glance. She was someone who was loving and gentle when she was deeply in love, but she could also walk away without a moment's hesitation when she was betrayed. Mark tightened his grip on the glass. …Noelle had no idea Janet had left Lowe Mansion. She was stuck in a vicious cycle of sadness and grief until the
”Welcome, Mr. Lowe," the housekeeper greeted Quentin when he arrived at Burns Mansion."Where's my mother?" he asked.The housekeeper responded, "She's in the living room, playing cards with the ladies."Quentin felt a little relieved. He walked into the living room and greeted all the elders. Then, Janet stood up and said, "Come with me, Quentin." She led him upstairs to her bedroom on the second floor.After closing the door, she asked, "Did you already know that your father was seeing someone else?" He frowned as he met his mother's stern gaze. "I only found out a few days before you."Janet pressed on. "What about Elle? Is she just learning about this as well?""She found out a day earlier than you," he responded.Her anger dissipated in an instant. "That poor girl…"She paused before asking, "Do you think your father had anything to do with Lorraine's death?""I'm looking into it," he said.Janet sighed. "After all these years together, I never would've guessed he wa