Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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Quinn shot me a look that could freeze water. His tone was colder than the winter air. "This is my house. You don't get to make demands here."
With that, he wrapped his arm around Diana and walked past me without so much as a glance, taking her straight to the guest room.
I stood frozen, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. I felt... ridiculous. Pathetic, even.
A sharp pain throbbed at my temples, and for a split second, I considered heading back to my family's house.
But then Jenna's words echoed in my head—The Hinton family isn't your home anymore.
I had nowhere else to go. So, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat, I turned and trudged back to the bedroom, forcing myself to sleep.
When I finally woke up, it was nearly nine in the morning, and the exhaustion from the night before still clung to me like a fog.
I went through the motions of washing up, then headed downstairs. Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted Quinn stepping out of the guest room. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, his hair neatly combed, but his face was slightly drawn, like he hadn't slept much.
Did he and Diana... not do anything last night? The thought flitted through my mind, but I quickly pushed it away. It didn't matter anymore.
I turned my gaze away and walked into the kitchen, trying to keep my face neutral as I busied myself with making breakfast.
"Quinn, let me make you breakfast," Diana's bright, cheery voice rang out from behind me. She bounced into the kitchen with that easy smile of hers. "We can eat together before heading to work!"
I didn't even glance her way as I cracked an egg into the pan and poured myself a glass of milk. I was planning to just grab my food and leave, but as I passed her, Diana suddenly stepped into my path.
"Move," I said, irritation bubbling up.
She didn't budge, her lips curling into a smug little smirk as she leaned in, her voice low enough for only the two of us to hear. "Natalia, you're pathetic. If I were you, I would've packed my bags and bounced by now. How do you still have the guts to stick around in someone else's house?"
I shot her a cold, dismissive look. "Too bad you're not me. Otherwise, you'd be the one married to Quinn right now."
Her eyes flashed, and she sneered. "Stop kidding yourself. What's the point of your marriage? Quinn doesn't love you. Have you ever even fallen asleep in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear?"
Her words had a bite, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, so nothing happened between you two last night? Sorry to burst your little fantasy bubble, but before you came barging in, Quinn was already... busy with me.
"Maybe that's why he had to 'whisper sweet nothings' to you afterward."
Diana's face went bright red, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't find the words. "You... shameless—"
I grabbed my glass of milk and walked out, leaving her fuming in the kitchen like a kettle about to blow its top.
I'd barely taken a sip of my milk when Quinn came rushing down the stairs, his face etched with urgency, a look I'd never seen before. "Get in the car," he ordered, his usual calm demeanor gone, replaced by something close to panic.
"What's going on?" Diana asked, poking her head out of the kitchen.
Quinn didn't even glance at her. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the door. "The hospital just called," he said tightly. "There's been an emergency with the baby. We need to get there, now."
My heart dropped like a stone, a cold chill spreading through my body. Every nerve on high alert, I followed him outside, hardly able to breathe.
Quinn slammed his foot on the gas, the car screeching down the road.
"What did they say? Is the baby okay?" I asked, my voice shaky, panic starting to claw at my throat.
He didn't answer. His jaw was set, and his brow furrowed in worry as he drove, his silence only deepening my fear.
At the hospital, the tension was palpable. Outside the emergency room, the hospital director stood by the door, his face pale, eyes wide with unease.
Alex sat nearby on a bench, his expression grim, leaning heavily on his cane.
"What happened?" Quinn demanded, his voice sharp.
The director opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, the doors to the emergency room suddenly swung open.
With that, he wrapped his arm around Diana and walked past me without so much as a glance, taking her straight to the guest room.
I stood frozen, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. I felt... ridiculous. Pathetic, even.
A sharp pain throbbed at my temples, and for a split second, I considered heading back to my family's house.
But then Jenna's words echoed in my head—The Hinton family isn't your home anymore.
I had nowhere else to go. So, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat, I turned and trudged back to the bedroom, forcing myself to sleep.
When I finally woke up, it was nearly nine in the morning, and the exhaustion from the night before still clung to me like a fog.
I went through the motions of washing up, then headed downstairs. Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted Quinn stepping out of the guest room. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, his hair neatly combed, but his face was slightly drawn, like he hadn't slept much.
Did he and Diana... not do anything last night? The thought flitted through my mind, but I quickly pushed it away. It didn't matter anymore.
I turned my gaze away and walked into the kitchen, trying to keep my face neutral as I busied myself with making breakfast.
"Quinn, let me make you breakfast," Diana's bright, cheery voice rang out from behind me. She bounced into the kitchen with that easy smile of hers. "We can eat together before heading to work!"
I didn't even glance her way as I cracked an egg into the pan and poured myself a glass of milk. I was planning to just grab my food and leave, but as I passed her, Diana suddenly stepped into my path.
"Move," I said, irritation bubbling up.
She didn't budge, her lips curling into a smug little smirk as she leaned in, her voice low enough for only the two of us to hear. "Natalia, you're pathetic. If I were you, I would've packed my bags and bounced by now. How do you still have the guts to stick around in someone else's house?"
I shot her a cold, dismissive look. "Too bad you're not me. Otherwise, you'd be the one married to Quinn right now."
Her eyes flashed, and she sneered. "Stop kidding yourself. What's the point of your marriage? Quinn doesn't love you. Have you ever even fallen asleep in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear?"
Her words had a bite, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, so nothing happened between you two last night? Sorry to burst your little fantasy bubble, but before you came barging in, Quinn was already... busy with me.
"Maybe that's why he had to 'whisper sweet nothings' to you afterward."
Diana's face went bright red, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't find the words. "You... shameless—"
I grabbed my glass of milk and walked out, leaving her fuming in the kitchen like a kettle about to blow its top.
I'd barely taken a sip of my milk when Quinn came rushing down the stairs, his face etched with urgency, a look I'd never seen before. "Get in the car," he ordered, his usual calm demeanor gone, replaced by something close to panic.
"What's going on?" Diana asked, poking her head out of the kitchen.
Quinn didn't even glance at her. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the door. "The hospital just called," he said tightly. "There's been an emergency with the baby. We need to get there, now."
My heart dropped like a stone, a cold chill spreading through my body. Every nerve on high alert, I followed him outside, hardly able to breathe.
Quinn slammed his foot on the gas, the car screeching down the road.
"What did they say? Is the baby okay?" I asked, my voice shaky, panic starting to claw at my throat.
He didn't answer. His jaw was set, and his brow furrowed in worry as he drove, his silence only deepening my fear.
At the hospital, the tension was palpable. Outside the emergency room, the hospital director stood by the door, his face pale, eyes wide with unease.
Alex sat nearby on a bench, his expression grim, leaning heavily on his cane.
"What happened?" Quinn demanded, his voice sharp.
The director opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, the doors to the emergency room suddenly swung open.
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