Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 197: Chapter 197

The next day, when I woke up, it was already ten in the morning. Subconsciously, I glanced to the side, thinking that Quinn would have already woken up, but instead, I met his dark, clear eyes.
I was stunned. When did he wake up?
"Not going to get some more sleep?" he asked gently.
"No, I want to stay with my Mom." I shook my head, slipping out of bed and throwing on my coat.
When I entered the bathroom to wash up, he followed me in.
As I faced the mirror, brushing my teeth, I noticed him standing behind me, his face slightly weary.
Suddenly, he gently hugged my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.
The gesture felt too intimate, and I paused mid-brush as he said softly, "After breakfast, I'll go with you. Let's bring Benedict along—he's been missing Shirley lately."
Before Shirley fell into a coma, he doted on Benedict the most.
If they brought Benedict along, he might be able to awaken her consciousness.
"Okay." I nodded in agreement.
Hearing this, Quinn's face softened into a gentle smile. With a chuckle, he left me to finish washing up in the bathroom.
When I went to the nursery to check on Benedict and carried him downstairs, the sweet aroma of desserts wafted through the air.
On the table were three exquisite breakfasts—cooked sandwiches and hot milk.
Seeing this, Benedict jumped into Quinn's arms happily. He pointed at the plate and said softly, "Daddy, I want to eat this..."
Quinn chuckled as he lifted Benedict into his arms, saying dotingly, "Alright, Daddy will feed you personally".
With that, he gestured for me to take a seat.
I wasn't really surprised—I'd known for a long time that he could cook.
I had seen how he took care of Diana and how gentle he was. It was just that my thoughts were suddenly in a mess. I really wanted to know who else he had made breakfast for.
The sudden urge to ask him if his promise from yesterday—to explain about Clarissa—still held nearly escaped me. But I stopped myself just in time.
A deep sense of helplessness washed over me. I sat down and finished my breakfast in silence.
An hour later, Quinn drove me and Benedict to the resort hotel.
Benedict, who hadn't seen Shirley in a long time, was overjoyed but couldn't help feeling puzzled. He tugged at me and asked, "Why is Shirley sleeping all the time?"
My nose stung as I hugged him and said, "Be good, Benedict. Call out to Shirley a few more times. When she hears you, she'll wake up soon."
Benedict nodded, not fully understanding, his small body leaning over Shirley's bed as he kept calling, "Shirley, Shirley..."
Quinn stopped a nearby medical staff member and began inquiring about Shirley's condition.
Just then, new footsteps echoed from outside the door.
"Natalia, you're here too!" June walked in arm-in-arm with York, her face glowing with sweetness.
The sight of their intimacy left me frozen for a long moment, unable to react.
York's face was expressionless as he glanced at Quinn, then fixed his sharp gaze directly on me.
The sight of him, along with the memory of his words from yesterday, sent a chill through me—my brows furrowed instantly.
With so many people around, I couldn't make a scene—yet I couldn't shake the worry that Quinn might clash with him.
Just as I was about to lead Quinn and Benedict out, June suddenly stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. "Natalia," she said earnestly, "I know how much Shirley means to you. But you must take care of yourself too. Someone as kind as her will surely have heaven's blessing—I believe she'll recover soon!"
"Thank you." I thanked her politely.
Then, June patted my back and took a step back. She held York's arm again and smiled at me. "By the way, Natalia, let me tell you a piece of good news. I'm your real sister-in-law from now on! Are you surprised?"
York was actually dating June now!
I was indeed surprised, but I didn't want to concern myself with his private affairs.
Flashing a smug look, June caught sight of Quinn and Benedict out of the corner of her eye and exclaimed, "Is this my future brother-in-law and nephew? Natalia, you're so lucky—your husband's even more handsome than a celebrity! And your son is so adorable!"
She still did not change her exaggerated way of speaking.
But Quinn frowned, clearly displeased that he was called "brother-in-law".
I looked up subconsciously and met York's dark gaze.
His thin lips parted as he spoke to me in a low voice, "Mom's case has been closed. Dad went to the police station to sign the papers this morning. The mastermind, Jenny, has confessed to everything."
"What did you say?" My eyes widened.
York knew perfectly well that Ben was the real mastermind—how could he say something like that so casually?
"Natalia, something wrong?" June, standing nearby, was startled by my suddenly raised voice, clearly confused.
I glared at York fiercely, but he maintained his expressionless face.
The way he looked made me sick.
"Natalia, Benedict is getting sleepy. Let's visit Shirley another day," Quinn interjected smoothly, defusing the tension.
He took my hand as he said, and the warmth of his palm passed over me, calling back my senses.
"Alright." I bit out the word, still seething. Turning to June, I added sharply, "Congratulations, Miss Vance. I hope you won't regret your taste in men."
By the time June registered the words in stunned confusion, Quinn and I had already left the hotel.
Walking out of the hotel, I immediately took out my phone and called Robert. "Mr. Taylor, didn't you promise me to investigate my mother's case?"
I was so agitated that Robert, on the other end of the line, was startled, pausing before asking, "Ms. Hinton, Jenny's confession aligns with the criminal facts, and your father personally signed off on it this morning. Do you have any further questions regarding this case?"
At this point, I couldn't afford to hold back anymore.
Even if I didn't have any evidence, I had to report the truth to the police.
"Jenny kidnapped my mother as part of a deal with a woman named Bernie Cook," I said. "Callum, Jenny's ex-husband, was also framed and killed by Bernie."
"Who is Bernie?" Robert was unfamiliar with this name, but he was a good police officer and was unwilling to let go of any real murderer.
I took a deep breath, my voice low and steady as I told him, "Bernie was the former board secretary of the Maple Media Group—and also my father Ben's mistress."
As soon as I finished speaking, Robert said in shock, "Ms. Hinton, you mean that your father is the real murderer who murdered your mother?"
I gave him an affirmative answer and briefly told him the ins and outs of the disappearance of the evidence.
The weight of the information left Robert silent for a long moment. Finally, he said, "Though this case is officially closed, I'll look deeper into the new leads you've provided. If you uncover any further evidence, bring it to me immediately."
After hanging up, I returned to the car, where Benedict had already been lulled to sleep by Quinn.
Restless, I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes, trying to steady my thoughts.