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
After keeping an eye on Quentin for a while, Mark couldn't read anything from his expression. He smiled and responded, "You're right. I'll go apologize to her in person."Fred's face darkened. "You've upset Jan? You're always out drinking and leaving everything to her, and yet you still have the nerve to act like you've done nothing wrong?"Mark wore a contrite look and said, "You're absolutely right, Dad. I know I've made a mistake. I'll go and bring her back first thing tomorrow!"Fred snorted in response. Quentin, on the other hand, frowned but remained silent.As Yvette listened to his pompous speech, she thought about his infidelity and felt even more nauseated. Suddenly, she couldn't hold it in any longer and gagged. She then ran out, covering her mouth.Mark frowned, displeased. Yvette had gagged as soon as he walked in and had run off to throw up after he had said just a few words. "Quentin, you should take Yvette to the doctor. We don't want it to turn into a bigger probl
Noelle felt a heavy weight on her chest. When she first met Lorraine, Lorraine was already Mark's mistress, and she had managed to keep it a secret all these years. In all the time she had known Lorraine, she had been completely unaware of her relationship with Mark.Lorraine probably didn't tell her because she was afraid it would affect their friendship. Noelle remembered how she had asked about that person many times, yet Lorraine had always warned her that it wouldn't do her any good to know. Lorraine was probably afraid that if she found out that person was Mark, it'd put her in a tough spot. Noelle's heart ached once more as she thought about her. "Be more careful when you befriend others in the future." Janet gently ruffled Noelle's hair. Noelle nodded, although she didn't think Lorraine was a bad person. It was getting late, and she didn't want to keep Janet up any longer, so she left with Quentin.On the way home, Quentin received a call from Zion. "Xyla's not doing so
Quentin was at a loss for words. Even though the alpaca grossed him out, he had to put up with it because it was his wife's pet. He wiped the spit off with a tissue and gave the alpaca a dirty look."Stay down there; don't you dare come upstairs!" she said without a backward glance, assuming he would follow her upstairs. Quentin was dumbfounded. He turned around and glanced at the small, five-foot-long fabric couch. He tugged at the corner of his lips before walking over to lie down on it. He was stoked that she was letting him crash here, so he wasn't going to be finicky about anything.Noelle felt so safe with Quentin around that she fell right asleep and didn't have any nightmares that night. She slept like a baby, but Quentin wasn't as lucky. At nearly 6'3", he found it incredibly difficult to get comfortable on the small couch. He tossed and turned all night, and just when he was about to drift off, the alpaca came over and spat right in his face. He opened his eyes and look
Noelle shuddered at the thought of how he had once ordered people to gang-rape and torture Lorraine. The chilling possibility that he might also be the one who had burned Lorraine to death made her silently clench her fists.Fortunately, at that moment, a familiar voice called out from behind, "Elle!" Quentin hurried over and said, "I'm back." Once he was close, he held her hand. Noelle felt a wave of relief as his warm hand enveloped hers. Quentin, too, felt his anxiety dissipate, as even a second apart from her was enough to make him feel uneasy now.Mark chuckled. "And here I thought you guys had gotten into another argument." He turned around and told Fred, "Since Quentin's here, let's head out." With that, he left the ward.Quentin wheeled Fred out of the hospital. All of them got into the MPV and returned to Lowe Mansion. Inside the slowly advancing black sedan, Mark glanced at the MPV that had been left far behind and asked lowly, "It's been days; haven't you guys found a
Hence, when Janet emerged from Fred's bedroom, Mark cornered her in the kitchen and pulled out a delicate jewelry box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a stunning necklace from a high-end brand. "Do you like it?"Janet looked at the necklace and wondered if he had used similar gifts to cajole his mistress. "I bet you've used this trick countless times on your mistress, huh?" she sneered as she took the box from him.With an arched brow and a touch of mockery in her gaze, she suddenly seemed more alluring. Mark found himself strangely drawn to her. "She can't even hold a candle to you!" He reached into the box and was about to place the necklace around her neck. Janet released her grip on the box, letting it and the necklace fall to the ground. "I bet you've said those exact words to your mistress as well, Mr. Lowe!"Mark was caught off guard. Then, he smiled. "Of course not. I was just fooling around with that woman; she's nothing compared to you!"Lorraine had always been