Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 219: Chapter 219

I was utterly baffled by the scene. The housekeeper beside me leaned in and whispered, "Mrs. Madden, last night after Mr. Madden returned, he asked me what had happened at home, so I told him everything in detail. Early this morning, those two came and knelt at our doorstep on their own, saying they wanted to apologize and make amends to you and Benedict."
Of course, this was Quinn's doing.
I wasn't surprised at all. With Quinn's power and influence in Enschester, dealing with street thugs like that was child's play for him.
They slapped each other so fiercely that within minutes, both of their faces were red and swollen.
I whispered to the housekeeper, "Benedict's still asleep. All this commotion is really disturbing—don't let them scare him."
The housekeeper nodded knowingly.
With a tired yawn, I turned toward the living room. I heard the housekeeper march out and snap at them, "Enough! Get lost now! You should count yourselves lucky to have such a gracious mistress like Mrs. Madden!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Madden! Thank you!" the man and woman kept thanking her profusely, their voices trembling with fear and gratitude.
I headed upstairs, planning to check if Benedict had woken up. As I passed the master bedroom, I caught sight of Quinn standing out on the balcony, a cigarette between his fingers.
I knew Quinn smoked, but he wasn't a heavy smoker.
Most of the time, Quinn only smokes during social engagements or when he's troubled.
He had lost count of how many cigarettes he'd smoked, his figure enveloped in a pale blue haze. Quinn's dark eyes gazed out the window, his thoughts unreadable.
I gazed blankly at him, and for a fleeting moment, I remembered that night when he held me close and whispered—
Quinn said, "If I were to spend the rest of my life with someone, you'd be my only choice."
I couldn't help but mock myself, thinking, "Those sweet words he once whispered in the heat of passion were probably just empty promises after all."
Now that his true love has returned, I noticed the turmoil and conflict in his eyes.
'Maybe I should just let him go again, like last time?' I thought.
Quinn seemed to sense my gaze. He turned his head, and when our eyes met, he froze for a moment, caught off guard.
With that, he stubbed out his cigarette and strode toward me.
"Natalia," Quinn called out to stop me. "Can we talk?"
My heart skipped a beat—his grave expression sent my mind racing with wild thoughts.
"What does he want to talk about?" I wondered, my pulse quickening.
I couldn't help but wonder—if Quinn really had to choose between me and Clarissa, who would he pick?
"Fine." In the end, though her heart was still uneasy, Natalia finally gave in and followed Quinn into the bedroom.
"About last night—I'm sorry," Quinn said to me.
I looked up at him. Having calmed down overnight, I said evenly, "This wasn't your fault. I was the one overreacting last night."
The incident happened so suddenly—no one informed Quinn, so it's understandable he couldn't make it back in time.
As I tried to reassure myself, I told Quinn, "Benedict was terrified last night. I didn't want him to see those two again, so I sent them away."
Quinn gave a slight nod, his thin lips parting as if to speak—
Suddenly, an inexplicable pang of unease washed over me. I quickly cut him off and continued, "On another note, I'm planning to let Benedict stay home and rest for a while. He won't be going to kindergarten for the time being."
"Whatever you decide is fine," Quinn said softly, his dark, star-like eyes fixed on me with a deep, intense gaze. "Natalia, about Clarissa and Julia... there's something I need to tell you."
My heart gave a sudden jolt. No matter how much I resisted, avoiding it was only ever temporary—I'd have to face it eventually.
"Go ahead." I forced a small smile, settled into the balcony chair, and feigned a casual gaze out the window.
Quinn's voice was low and heavy as he said, "Julia went to prison because of me."