Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 66

Daniel sat down beside her, watching the warm, happy family of three playing together.

“Grandma wants us to try and stay together,” he said quietly.

“You’re lying.” Aurora saw right through him.

There was no way Grandma would encourage them to stay married after everything that had happened.

Daniel fell silent.

He wasn’t even sure why he lied—maybe because saying it aloud would make their ending real.

“I’ll be staying at the hospital with Grandma for a while. I won’t be coming home,” Aurora said, rising to her feet, looking down at Daniel.

Her heart had settled long ago.

“I’ll hire a nurse to take care of her,” Daniel offered, not ready to let her go.

Aurora lifted her phone. “If you don’t want Eleanor’s runaway-bride scandal to hit the news, you’d better not get in my way.”

She’d been ready to clear things up the moment she got her phone back, but if the story broke, the Quinn family would be thrown into chaos again.

Thinking of Grandma’s health, Aurora let it go. She could take the blame—but Grandma couldn’t handle the stress.

Daniel caught her by the wrist, his usual commanding tone softening for once.

“Aurora, believe it or not, I’m not staying married to you for Eleanor’s sake.”

He meant it. He genuinely cared about her as his wife.

“Daniel, you don’t love me.” Aurora said it matter-of-factly. “A marriage without love won’t last. We’ve come this far—there’s no point in pretending anymore.”

She pulled her hand back and walked away without a second thought.

Even so, as cold as she seemed, she still blinked back tears when she turned away.

Back in the hospital room, Grandma Grace had already finished her breakfast.

At noon, after a checkup, the attending doctor confirmed Grandma Grace was fine and could be discharged.

Aurora wanted to take her home, but Grandma Grace was already on the phone calling Jordan.

Grandma Grace nearly fainted from fury.

“That’s the Quinn family’s ancestral home! How could you?”

Forget the property value—the memories alone made it priceless.

Jordan, that ungrateful son.

“Mom, I just thought, since you’ve moved here, you wouldn’t want to go back.”

No one wants to go back to a hard life if they can help it...

“I don’t agree. No one is selling that house,” Grandma Grace said, slapping her thigh for emphasis, warning her son.

“But it’s already done.”

Jordan had spent years clawing his way up in Fairvale, chasing prestige and wealth.

Millbrook? He’d never intended to look back.