Chapter 38 Trent Demands Answers
Laura gave a small nod. Watching the tall man open the car door for Quinn like a dutiful chauffeur, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and shrug.
If those scions back in Jexburgh saw their infamous ‘little tyrant’ acting like a loyal puppy in front of a woman, they’d probably lose their minds.
Harlan pulled up in front of the mansion and brought the car to a stop.
“So, this is where you live?” he said. “It’s actually not far from my place.”
Despite the short distance, they hadn’t crossed paths once in the last three years.
“Jexburgh isn’t exactly huge,” Quinn replied with a faint smile.
“I’ll drop by and visit you sometime,” Harlan offered casually.
“Don’t,” Quinn said.
His expression faltered, but then, her next words lit up his face.
“I’m planning to move out. I won’t be living here much longer.”
“Then let me know when you do,” Harlan said brightly. “I’ll come help you move.”
After saying goodbye, Quinn stepped out of the car and walked up to the door of the mansion.
But the moment she entered, she froze. Trent stood just inside the foyer, arms crossed, his eyes dark and cold. “Who dropped you off just now? Was it Julius?”
Quinn frowned. “No. He’s a colleague from military camp.”
“A colleague?” Trent’s voice dripped with disbelief. “Since when did your army buddies start driving cars worth millions?”
Quinn had no patience for this. All she wanted was a shower and some peace.
She turned to head upstairs, ignoring him. But before she could take another step, Trent suddenly grabbed her arm. “What’s wrong? Nothing to say? You keep accusing me of being involved with Sidonie, but look at you, slinking around with Julius. When did that start?”
Quinn froze for a moment, stunned. Of all people, he’s pairing me with Julius?
“I have nothing to do with Julius,” she said coldly. “Just because you’re shameless doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
Color rose to Trent’s cheeks. “Then explain this,” he barked. “Why did Julius answer your phone? He said you were asleep. Were you sleeping next to him?”
Quinn yanked her arm free from Trent’s grip. “I don’t owe you an explanation. If you’re so curious why
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Julius answered my call, go ask your mother and sister. If it hadn’t been for their disgusting setup, he wouldn’t have had to take me to the hospital to be sedated.”
“What?” Trent froze, clearly caught off guard.
But Quinn didn’t waste another word. She turned and headed upstairs, shutting the bathroom door behind her. Under the warm spray of the shower, she scrubbed away the sweat, exhaustion, and the lingering disgust from everything she had endured.
By the time she emerged, changed into fresh clothes, she found Trent waiting for her, standing at the edge of the bed.
“Quinnie,” he said softly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you. I was just… too worried about you.”
“Worried?” Quinn let out a cold laugh. “You really think I still believe anything that comes out of your mouth?”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Trent’s face. “I know what my mother and sister did was terrible. But… we’re still family. If you could just write a letter of forgiveness, we might be able to put all this behind us.”
“I won’t,” Quinn said flatly. “I can’t forgive this.”
Trent’s expression darkened. “They’re my mother and sister.”
“And that’s supposed to excuse everything?” Quinn’s voice rose, trembling with fury. “Just because they’re your family, I should forgive them no matter how cruel they were to me? Do you even understand what they did? If their plan had worked yesterday, do you have any idea what would’ve happened to me? Two complete strangers would violate me, and I would be left humiliated and helpless. Your mother would watch it unfold with a smirk. Your sister would record it. And then they would spread it all online, just so I’d walk away from this marriage with nothing. And you’re still asking me to forgive them? You still want me to pretend it never happened?”
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