Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 116: Chapter 116

Shirley had been staying by my side day and night, and her dark circles were getting worse by the hour.
After I insisted, she finally agreed to go home and rest, leaving a new caregiver to watch over me.
I didn't have any serious injuries, and after eating and resting, I was feeling a lot better.
Later, I found out Aiden was also in the same hospital. I got his room number, then ran into Rose at the door.
"Rose." She didn't notice me at first, so I called out to her.
She turned around, looking exhausted. Her eyes were dark, and I couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
She gave me a long, tired look before forcing a small smile. "Honestly, compared to Aiden, I'm doing fine."
I felt a sharp jolt in my chest. "What happened to Aiden?"
Her face tightened. "His wrist is shattered. Even if it heals, he'll never be able to hold a scalpel again." She paused, then brushed past me, her voice barely a whisper. "Go in and see him. After all, he's like this because of you."
Her words cut deep. I froze for a moment, everything inside me going cold.
On the island, the thug who had shattered Aiden's wrist with that iron rod. That one blow had destroyed his dream.
How could this be happening? Aiden had worked his whole life for this—he'd finally become the surgeon he always wanted to be, and now... everything was ruined.
Tears fell without warning. Rose's figure disappeared down the hallway.
After a long moment, I wiped my eyes, trying to gather myself. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to his room.
Aiden was sitting on the bed, staring out the window, not noticing me at all. "Aiden," I called softly, my voice shaking.
When Aiden heard my voice, he turned around slowly. His eyes were filled with sadness, and it hit me hard.
"Natalia, I'm useless," he said, and I could feel every word.
I tried to hold it together, but my voice cracked as I said, "Aiden, I'm sorry. I dragged you into this."
He gave me a bitter smile after a moment. "Don't apologize. I chose to do this. It's just that ..." He looked down at his bandaged wrist. "I can't protect you anymore. I'm useless now."
A tear slipped down his cheek, and soon more followed.
"Aiden, don't say that. Medicine's so advanced now. Your wrist will heal, I know it will! I'll talk to my mom, she knows doctors all over the world. She'll find a way!" I said quickly, offering him a tissue.
He didn't take it at first. He just looked up at me, smiling weakly and opening his arms. "I believe you. Natalia, can I hug you?"
Without thinking, I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around him. If it could give him even a little comfort, I was happy to do it.
He rested his chin on my shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. After a moment, he pulled back, yawning. "Thanks, Natalia. I'm really tired now. You should rest too."
"Okay," I nodded, though my mind was spinning. As I left his room, I was lost in my thoughts when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," I mumbled, not looking up.
But then a familiar voice, cold and sarcastic, cut through. "Natalia, you're always busy. Getting cozy with so many guys."
I froze, looked up, and saw Quinn standing there, his face twisted in displeasure.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone sharp.
He raised an eyebrow. "If I wasn't here, how else would I get to watch the show of you, two childhood sweethearts?"
Seemed like Quinn saw me hugging Aiden and instantly tensed up again.
I felt my temper flare. After everything with Aiden, I really didn't need Quinn making things worse.
I shot back, "The show is over, Mr. Madden. Please leave."
I tried to walk off, but he grabbed my wrist, holding it tight. Quinn's frown deepened, and his voice turned sharp. "Natalia, I saved you. Is this how you thank me?"
I was thankful, but his words always got to me. Honestly, I thought Quinn and I were just never meant to get along.
I snapped, "What do you want from me? Give myself to you? I married you once. Not doing that again."
I could tell I hit a nerve. His eyes narrowed, and his tone turned cold. "Being with Aiden is the biggest mistake. He is stupid."
"Quinn, you don't get to talk about him like that!" I was practically seething now.
Aiden had only gotten involved to help me, and Quinn was twisting it all into something else. The more he said, the more guilt started creeping in.
I pulled my wrist free from his grip and glared at him, ready to walk away. But just before I could leave, Quinn sneered, "Benedict is my son. He's coming back with me."
I froze, spinning around. "What do you mean?"
He smirked, pushing harder. "You've got two choices: marry me again, or send Benedict back to the Madden family yourself."
My blood ran cold, and I snapped, "You're insane if you think that's happening."
His smile grew colder, and his eyes turned icy. "You care about Aiden so much? You want him to spend the rest of his life in hospital, or ...?"
My head was spinning. Quinn was using Aiden as leverage.
He was Benedict's father. If he decided to press charges against Aiden for swapping his child, Aiden would be charged.
With the Madden family's power, Quinn could make sure Aiden spent the rest of his life behind bars.
"Quinn, you're unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, silently cursing him a thousand times over.
He was ruthless, cold, and heartless—a man who always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.
Thankfully, Shirley had already taken Benedict back to the Smith family's house. At least he was safe for now. But I knew it was only buying time. If Quinn really wanted to push things, he'd stop at nothing.
I was stuck. My chest felt tight as I glared at him, too angry and overwhelmed to respond.
Quinn met my stare without flinching. His eyes bored into mine, unreadable as always, holding too many emotions for me to sort through.
"I'm not giving you much time to think," he said flatly. "The next time we talk, I want your answer." Then he turned and left, not even looking back.