Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 316

Jordan’s face flushed red, veins bulging in his neck—he was absolutely livid.

“Tell me, Eleanor—whose child is she, really?”

He’d been standing outside the hospital that day, planning to visit Eleanor. After all, she’d already married Hans and officially become Mrs. Cooper. Jordan figured if he kept on her good side, maybe he could claw his way back up.

But what he never expected was to find out, right there at the hospital entrance, that he’d been played for a fool.

Mrs. Quinn straightened, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Since you already know, why bother asking?”

She didn’t even try to deny it—she owned up to everything.

Jordan’s face twisted with rage. He lunged forward, wrapping his hand around his wife’s throat. “You lying cheat! You dare betray me? I’ll strangle you with my own hands!”

Mrs. Quinn struggled desperately, her face turning scarlet as she gasped for air.

“If you weren’t so completely useless, do you think I’d have gone elsewhere?” she spat, her words choked out between breaths.

His pride wounded, Jordan’s grip tightened. “Who the hell are you calling useless?”

If he was so “useless,” how could she have gotten pregnant in the first place?

Mrs. Quinn broke into a wild, hysterical laugh. “And you really think that woman is carrying your child?”

“Jordan, are you planning to play the proud father and raise another man’s kid?”

“No way,” Jordan barked.

He released his wife and shouted for a servant. “Go upstairs and bring Mary down, now!”

The housekeeper rushed up, but soon came back trembling. “Sir—Mary’s not in her room.”

Jordan froze for a moment, then bolted up the stairs like a madman. He burst into Mary’s room—empty. Not only was she gone, but all the jewelry was missing too.

He yanked open the safe. It was empty as well.

His mistress had run off, taking every penny she could grab.

Jordan’s vision swam. The betrayal, the loss—it was too much.

“Call the police,” he roared, his voice hoarse. “Call the damn police!”

She didn’t dare linger at home. Instead, she rushed to the hospital.

Eleanor was in terrible shape. The moment she saw Mrs. Quinn, she broke down in tears.

Mrs. Quinn’s heart ached for her. She did her best to comfort her, soothing her for a long while.

“The wedding might not have gone as planned,” she said softly, “but you and Hans are legally married. You have the right to call yourself Mrs. Cooper now. Don’t let little things get you down—hold your head high. Don’t give anyone a reason to laugh at you.”

Eleanor wiped her tears, nodding painfully.

Then Mrs. Quinn told her about Jordan’s demand for three hundred million.

Eleanor was stunned into silence; her tears stopped cold.

“After all these years—after everything I’ve done for him, all the times I tried to be a good daughter—he still turns on me like this?”

Three hundred million.

There was no way they could come up with that kind of money.