He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 341

**TITLE: A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**

**Chapter 841: The Secret Recording**

Carolyn stepped into the designated spot, her heart racing as she caught sight of her mother seated at a table with a man. For a fleeting moment, uncertainty gripped her—had she mistakenly wandered into the wrong meeting?

“Mom?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with trepidation.

Monique lifted her gaze, scrutinizing Carolyn’s appearance with a frown that deepened into anger. What had happened to her daughter? Had a few days of menial janitorial work turned her brain to mush?

“Carolyn, what on earth are you wearing?” she snapped, her tone sharp as a knife. The cleaning uniform clung to Carolyn, a stark reminder of her lowly job. This was a respectable restaurant, far from the kind of place you’d expect to see someone dressed like that. Monique’s mind raced with indignation—how had they even allowed her inside looking like this?

“Mom, who is he?” Carolyn’s eyes darted toward Ernesto, her expression tinged with disdain.

Ernesto, on the other hand, felt a flicker of anticipation at the sight of Carolyn. She was his daughter—his and Monique’s. All these years, Scott had been the one raising her, but now it was time for her to discover the truth. She deserved to know who her real father was.

Though this wasn’t the first time Ernesto had laid eyes on Carolyn, it was their inaugural face-to-face encounter. He had envisioned her being curious, perhaps even excited about his presence with Monique. Instead, she had greeted him with a cold, dismissive inquiry.

Who is he?

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. Who did she think he was, anyway?

Monique, sensing the tension, shot Carolyn a warning glance and gestured for her to take a seat. “This is Ernesto. You should call him…” She hesitated, her mind racing as she struggled to find the right words. It wasn’t yet the moment to unveil Ernesto’s true identity.

Before she could finish, Carolyn interjected, her voice icy, “I know. Mr. Mason, one of the Lewis Group shareholders. Mom, we have important matters to discuss. Why did you bring an outsider?”

Outsider.

The word pierced through Ernesto like a dagger, leaving a chill in its wake.

Monique’s fury boiled over; she slammed her palm against the table, the sound echoing in the quiet restaurant. “What nonsense are you spouting, you foolish girl? What do you mean, outsider? He is… is…”

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