Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 213: Chapter 213

After hanging up, I found myself lost in thought.
I had full confidence in Robert's analytical skills—he was a seasoned detective, after all. Since Ben passed the police polygraph test, if he really wasn't the one who murdered Mary…
Then who was the real killer?
When Robert mentioned the people who had visited Brandt Care Home that day, I couldn't help but think of Quinn.
On second thought, Quinn would never do something like that. I said I trusted him.
I bit my lip, forcing myself to stop these wild thoughts.
I drove home and was surprised to find Quinn there.
He was on the play mat, building Lego towers with Benedict.
"Not busy today?" I asked casually as I walked in.
Quinn replied, "Even if I were busy, I couldn't neglect Benedict." Ever since he acknowledged Benedict as his son, he'd been a devoted father.
"How about you? Getting used to being back at work?" he asked, that faint smile never leaving his lips.
I forced a smile. "Same as usual. Not too busy yet."
Quinn only knew I'd started working at Maple Media—I never told him any specifics about my job. Maybe he sensed my unease, because he signaled for the nanny to come play with Benedict.
He rose and followed me upstairs.
"Is there something you want to talk about?" Quinn asked gently. "Maple Media's been struggling lately. Is there anything I can help with?"
"No, that's not necessary." I kept my smile as I met his deep, dark eyes, but the words slipped out despite myself. "Quinn, there's something I need to ask you."
He nodded, waiting for me to go on.
I pressed my lips together before the words spilled out. "The day Grandpa passed away, you said Aiden called and asked you to meet at Brandt Care Home. What exactly did you two talk about? What really happened that day?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Quinn's face darkened instantly.
"Natalia, are you doubting me?" he asked abruptly, his eyes flickering as if trying to hide his disappointment.
I knew this question would hurt him, but I needed the truth—I needed to know my trust in Quinn wasn't misplaced.
"I do trust you, but I just want to know more details," I replied calmly.
Mary's passing was so sudden, and with all the chaos at the funeral, I never even got the chance to hear Quinn's explanation. Afterwards, he never brought it up again.
"Fine, I'll tell you everything I can remember." Quinn gave me a long, searching look, then narrowed his eyes and began, "That noon, I got a call from Aiden. He wanted to meet and said he had something about you to tell me. I agreed and went to the address he gave me—Brandt Care Home. After we met, Aiden took me to his office.
"He told me that you two had met privately two days earlier. He said you confided in him tearfully, claiming I was using him to threaten you, and that was why you had no choice but to remarry me." As he spoke, Quinn's expression darkened visibly.
I gasped, instinctively denying it. "I didn't…"
I never imagined Aiden would make up such a lie.
"I believe you," Quinn said, his face unreadable. "It's because I trust you that I dismissed Aiden's story outright. I realized he must have had some ulterior motive for suddenly wanting to meet, so I decided to leave. On my way out of his office, I saw Mary enjoying the sunshine in the courtyard. I chatted with her for a while, then helped Mary back to her room myself.
"When I left again, I saw York, who had just parked at the entrance. I ignored him—I don't know if he noticed me—and then I got in my car and left." Quinn recounted everything that happened that day in detail.
My head was spinning as I listened.
According to Quinn, Grandma was perfectly fine when he left Brandt Care Home.
York arrived after Quinn, so Grandma must have had her heart attack after seeing York.
I rubbed my temples in frustration, unable to make sense of it.
The ringing of a phone snapped me out of my thoughts. Instinctively, I reached for my pocket, only to realize it was Quinn's phone ringing.
He answered, paused for a few seconds, then said, "Got it. I'll be right there."
After hanging up, Quinn brushed past me and said coolly, "I have to go out for a bit. If you have more questions, wait until I get back."
"Where are you going?" I asked, a sudden anxiety gripping me.
He hurried off without looking back. "The winery. George needs me."
I froze, my heart clenched painfully.
Watching his figure disappear down the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if he really was going to see George.
That night, I didn't know when Quinn came back.
I was already asleep, and by the time I woke up, he was already gone. According to the housekeeper, he'd left for work first thing in the morning.
Before I knew it, it was time to visit the set.
As soon as we met, Raelynn chattered excitedly, telling me that Jess would be picking her up after work.
"Natalia, Jess just found this amazing steakhouse. Want to join us for dinner tonight?" Raelynn invited.
I smiled knowingly. "You two are going on a date—do you really want me tagging along as the third wheel?"
She grinned and suggested, "Then how about inviting Mr. Madden too?"
I paused briefly, then laughed. "He's swamped with work these days, so I doubt he'll make it. Maybe next time."
Raelynn didn't push it, and we entered the set one after the other.
The director was filming, and June had a lot of scenes today—it was my first time watching her perform.
Unlike her usual flamboyant and extroverted personality, June became incredibly professional the moment she stepped into character. I watched from the sidelines for a few minutes, and before I knew it, her performance had completely drawn me in—I could truly feel the emotions of her character.
Every glance and gesture was textbook-perfect acting.
When the director called "cut," I couldn't help but break into applause.
June spotted me and sauntered over, grinning smugly. "So, Natalia, how did I do? Not bad, right?" she asked, clearly fishing for compliments.
I gave her a thumbs-up and teased, "If you don't win Best Actress at the end-of-year awards ceremony, I'm not even watching!"
"Ha ha!" June was clearly amused by my words.
Her assistant approached with a bottle of water and reminded her about the next scene.
Not wanting to disturb her any longer, I was about to leave when Raelynn came rushing toward me.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," I asked, surprised.
"Natalia, guess who I just saw?" Raelynn blurted out, her eyes wide with shock. She grabbed my arm and pulled me a few steps outside the set, then pointed at an RV parked by the curb. "Diana—why the hell is she here?"