Chapter 15 Social Circles Are Messy
The more she acted out, the more displeased he seemed. His towering figure loomed over her. “Let me ask you one more time. Who are you? Think before you answer!”
Madeline pursed her lips. “I am Madeline Grant, didn’t you already have me investigated, Mr. Quincy? It’s just a pity that I’m not your ex-wife.”
There was a silent rage in his eyes. “You should count your lucky stars that you aren’t the real Madeline!”
“Why?”
“I won’t allow you to live a second longer if you were Madeline Grant!”
“It seems you have a deep resentment toward your ex-wife. Am I her substitute? You’re dumping all your frustrations on me? But hate is born out of love. Am I right to say that you loved her very much?”
“Hah, love? She doesn’t deserve it.”
Noah was quick to retort as if he had heard a joke.
She knew the answer deep down, but Madeline was still hurt to hear it five years later.
That’s right. I don’t deserve it.
She obviously didn’t care anymore, but why was she still trying? Why did she still feel hurt?
Was it reluctance?
No, she wasn’t going to allow the person who killed her grandfather to go free!
The only reason she returned to Imperia was for her child, to avenge her grandfather, and to clear her name!
It had nothing to do with the man before her!
A man like him wasn’t worth her affection!
What’s more, Colton Quincy was here. She couldn’t let him find out about the child!
The glint in Madeline’s eyes darkened with every thought.
She immediately tried to send him away!
going to interfere with your family’s affairs, Mr. Quincy. If you have nothing more to say, please see yourself out. I want to
him with another look as she turned to
going to let her off the
“Hold it!”
cold, and almost
is
tried to suppress her chaotic musings before she turned back
cemetery’s surveillance footage. What
“Huh?”
person who took the footage was you! You
ever oppressive. The lightning outside the windows only served to
that. Her poised posture added to
“Obviously!”
continued to advance on her until he had
look up at him to see
flinch. Her slender digits instead brushed against his chin. “Why don’t you tell me what you think I’m
nothing to do with
Colt was safely returned but the matter was far too
being able to speak,
anything! I made a copy of the surveillance footage, but it was for proof that
come to you for your previous accusations
visage only darkened as the woman spilled
expected her
How dare you
on her when her hand pressed against his lips. “You don’t know how to treat a woman do you, Mr. Quincy? Shouldn’t you be the
felt a surge of anger
away from her as if she were carrying
What a vixen!
doing all this to lure me in?
being delusional. I’m not interested
that he hated being touched by women that weren’t Angie. She wanted
The atmosphere in the living room dropped several degrees within
was coming up with more ways to rid herself of the man when an odd song
could hear it coming from him and reached for his phone vibrating in his
It was his
He stared wordlessly at his phone with an inexplicable expression.
It was Colton. He was different ever since he’d been found and had become much livelier. This ringtone, however…
“Pfft!” Madeline found herself unable to hold back her laughter.
“Your ringtone is pretty original, Mr. Quincy!”
Madeline continued to laugh mercilessly as she gave him a thumbs-up.
That’s right. That thumbs-up was directed at her son, Thomas Grant. Well done, brat!
Noah gave Madeline a dark look, then turned around and pressed the answer button.
“It’s raining, Daddy. I’m scared. Please come home.”
Noah wanted to refuse, but in the end, he was worried about his son and disappeared into the pouring rain with his men in tow.
Madeline watched him leave and finally relaxed!
She breathed a long sigh of relief and was just about to go upstairs to change when she noticed a small figure hanging around outside her French window.
Startled, she hurried over and opened the French window.
Sure enough, outside the door, Thomas was there with his school bag in a small raincoat. He was in a bizarre position picking at the door and attempting to break the lock.
“Hey, Mommy!”
Thomas had been caught. He fiddled with the buttons of his raincoat. He was all smiles as he stared up at Madeline.
He had thought to visit his mother while he was in the area but didn’t expect to have been caught so quickly. He should’ve added an invisibility function to his coat. It was a miscalculation on his part.
“What are you doing here in the storm, Thomas?”
Madeline picked him up into her arms.
She was relieved to see that not even a strand of hair on him was wet.
She then went ahead to heat some milk up for him.
“I followed the scumbag here! How about it, Mommy? Wasn’t my heroic call timely?”
“Yes, it was. I expected nothing less from my son! You said you followed Noah here. How did you know where he’d be?”
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