Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 222: Chapter 222

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Quinn, Lindsey turned her attention to the little boy in my arms. "Natalia, this must be little Benedict! He's absolutely adorable!" she exclaimed, reaching out to gently pinch his chubby cheek.
Benedict instinctively shrank back. He'd never met Lindsey before, so he regarded her with the natural wariness of a child meeting a stranger.
I bent down and told Benedict, "This is Aunt Lindsey. Say hello to Aunt Lindsey."
"Hello, Aunt Lindsey," Benedict said obediently.
"Aww, what a good boy, Benedict!" Lindsey said warmly, handing him a gift box. "Since this is our first time meeting, here's a little present from your aunt."
At the mention of a "present," Benedict instantly perked up, a bright grin spreading across his face.
I thanked Lindsey on Benedict's behalf.
"Don't just stand there chatting at the doorway—come on in and have a seat," called Tina as she emerged from the kitchen. It looked like she was planning to personally cook a few dishes to welcome her beloved daughter, Lindsey, home.
Cradling Benedict in my arms, I followed Quinn into the living room.
Joseph sat upright on the sofa, perusing the day's financial news as was his usual routine.
"Uncle Joseph, where's Alex?" I asked with a smile. "On our way here, Benedict couldn't stop talking about playing with his great-grandpa."
Joseph said softly, his voice tinged with concern, "Grandpa has taken his medicine and is still resting. He's getting older, and his health has been declining day by day lately." He looked at us meaningfully. "If you have time, do bring Benedict to visit him more often."
"I will," Quinn replied gravely, his face clouded with concern.
Quinn was probably also concerned about Alex's health condition.
"By the way, hasn't Aunt Georgia arrived yet?" Quinn suddenly changed the subject and asked.
Joseph paused, adjusted his glasses with a meaningful smile, and said, "You know how Georgia is. Maybe she's staying away for Alex's sake."
His words carried an implicit warning, reminding Quinn not to mention this in front of Alex.
I couldn't help but wonder—did Joseph deliberately not inform Georgia about this?
Just then, Lindsey approached me. "Natalia, could I have a word with you in private?"
Lindsey looked at me with bright, intent eyes, her expression tinged with a trace of awkwardness. Unsure what this was about, I could only nod in agreement.
Lindsey led me to the garden, where wintersweet blossoms were in full bloom. A gentle breeze carried their delicate fragrance through the crisp winter air.
Feeling refreshed by the garden air, I smiled at Lindsey and asked, "So, what brings you here?"
"Actually, I have a small favor to ask, Natalia," Lindsey straightened up and said softly. "I majored in fashion design while I was abroad, and now that I'm back, I want to organize a small-scale fashion show. But I'm missing one key element—a model."
I blinked in surprise and blurted out, "You're not asking me to be your model, are you?"
"Pfft!" Lindsey burst out laughing, waving her hands dismissively. "No way, sis! You're gorgeous with a perfect figure, but if I dared ask you to model for me, Quinn would kill me! Actually, I was hoping you could introduce me to Miss Vance."
So that was what Lindsey's after—she'd really got ambition.
I marveled inwardly, "She's every inch a Madden."
Fresh out of college and just back home, Lindsey's already so driven—determined to make a splash with her own fashion show and get her name out there.
"Would you?" Lindsey grabbed my arm and gave it a playful shake, pouting, "Natalia, I heard Miss Vance is dating your brother. We might be family soon, you know! She wouldn't say no to such a small favor, would she?"
'With Lindsey putting it that way, how could I possibly refuse?' I thought.