Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 230: Chapter 230

With that thought, I headed downstairs for breakfast.
One of the maids approached, holding a man's wool overcoat—the very one I had flung into the garden the night before.
The maid approached gingerly, glancing at me as if recalling the heated argument between Quinn and I the previous night. In a tentative voice, she said, "Good morning, Madam. Mr. Madden's coat is soiled. Shall I have it dry cleaned?"
"Just have it cleaned," I replied absently.
"And this was found in Mr. Madden's coat pocket." The maid opened her palm, revealing a neatly folded piece of paper, and handed it to me.
I took it suspiciously and unfolded the paper. Several lines of scrawled handwriting appeared—a list of traditional medicine names and dosages—with my name, Natalia, at the very bottom.
I recognized this handwriting as George Johnson's, and my heart skipped a beat, Natalia thought.
My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly remembered—not long ago, when I had trouble sleeping, Quinn, worried about my health, had mentioned asking George for a prescription to treat insomnia.
So he hadn't forgotten after all.
'Was this the prescription Quinn got from George at the hospital yesterday?' I wondered.
"Madam, are you all right?" the maid asked tentatively, noticing Natalia distracted.
I snapped out of my thoughts and gave a faint smile. "I'm fine. Go ahead and get back to work."
That afternoon, I took Benedict back to the Smiths' home.
After receiving the call, Shirley prepared Benedict's favorite toys and snacks. The little boy adored his grandma, tugging at her hand and begging her to play building blocks with him.
I watched this heartwarming scene with a smile, feeling the gloom and discontent in my heart gradually melt away.
After tiring himself out playing, Benedict followed the nanny back to the bedroom, finally giving Shirley some time to rest.
"Mom, Benedict and I will be staying at your place for a few more days," I told her.
"You and Benedict?" Shirley asked softly, sensing something was off. "Did you have a fight with Quinn?"
I shook her head, not wanting Shirley to worry. But it was clear I couldn't hide it, so I said, trying to sound casual, "It's nothing serious. I can handle it."
"Perfect timing! The New Year is just around the corner. Your brother York is always busy with work and never has time to help me with the holiday preparations. It'll be wonderful to have you home!" Shirley said warmly, dropping the subject.
I smiled and snuggled into Shirley's arms, acting sweet. "Mom, you're the best!"
"What would you like for dinner, dear? I'll have the cook prepare it. York and June will be joining us tonight," Shirley asked with a smile.
At the mention of June's name, my whole body went rigid.
Robert's words still echoed in my ears. I couldn't be certain whether Mary's death was truly connected to June.
Lost in thought, I asked, "Mom, what kind of person do you think June is?"
"Why the sudden question?" Shirley, though a bit puzzled, still replied, "She's dutiful, sincere, and vivacious—quite a lovely girl."
Her assessment was glowing.
I just nodded absentmindedly, giving a half-hearted response.
At seven in the evening, York and June arrived at the Smith family home.
As soon as June walked in, I greeted her with a warm smile. "Good evening, June!"
I wondered if it was just my imagination, but I clearly saw a flash of panic in June's eyes before she quickly regained her usual boisterous demeanor. "Wow! No wonder I could smell such delicious food from outside—it's because Natalia's here!" June exclaimed with exaggerated cheer. "Thanks to you, we get to enjoy Aunt Shirley's home-cooked feast again!"
Shirley was amused by June's words and covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't exaggerate! Just tell me what you'd like to eat, dear—I can cook it for you anytime."
I was on edge, staring intently at June, studying her every move.
Just then, York abruptly turned to me and asked, "What exactly did you mean by that WhatsApp message last night?"