Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 238: Chapter 238

"Natalia, could you be more pretentious?" York sneered and said sarcastically. "Like you said, I don't love June, so I'm setting her free. But at least that's better than Quinn juggling between you and Clarissa, isn't it?"
I felt a sharp pang in my heart. I was left speechless, unable to say a word in return. York's words were sharp like daggers. He always knew how to strike where it hurt most.
To think I had just started to change my opinion of him, mistakenly believing he had a warm side, I was exasperated.
After a long pause, I frowned and said coldly, "Mr. Smith, as someone so rational, you must realize just how important 'Starry River' is to Maple Media. The film is about to premiere, and all the lead actors are required to attend."
York had just broken up with June at such a crucial time. Wasn't he worried she might just quit? If that happened, Maple Media would be facing yet another crisis.
Unfazed by my reminder, York smiled confidently and declared, "I definitely won't let anything affect the acquisition of Maple Media."
As we spoke, the car pulled into the Smith family residence's underground garage. "You'd better remember what you said today," I huffed, flinging the car door open and storming upstairs before York could react.
Just as I stepped into the living room, I heard Benedict's cheerful laughter. I thought Shirley was playing with Benedict, then I spotted Quinn sitting on the sofa.
Quinn settled Benedict on his long legs, flipping through a colorful picture book with him. "Mommy!" Benedict looked up and exclaimed joyfully when he saw me. "Daddy's here!"
Quinn immediately looked up, and our eyes met. I was stunned for a moment as Quinn looked at me and said softly, "My meeting ended early today. I came to take you and Benedict home."
Wasn't Quinn supposed to be at the hospital with Clarissa today? Or had she already been discharged? I felt a pang of bitterness. Just then, York, too, came upstairs.
The moment he saw Quinn, his expression darkened instantly, and he said with obvious irritation, "Mr. Madden surely knows the perfect time to visit our home."
The word "visit" clearly displeased Quinn. I could see him barely containing his anger. Frowning, he ignored York, turned to me, and said, "I consulted George. He said you still need more time to recover, so I've scheduled a home check-up with him tomorrow."
"No need. I'm perfectly fine," I responded calmly.
Benedict scrambled down from Quinn's lap and came toddling toward me, arms outstretched. "Mommy, hug!"
His soft, adorable smile instantly lifted my mood. I scooped him up in my arms, and he stole a glance at Quinn. Then, father and son exchanged a playful wink.
As I was in a daze, Benedict wrapped his arms around my neck, gave me a smooch on the cheek, and pleaded cutely, "Mommy, I wanna go home."
I was speechless. Benedict had been perfectly content staying with the Smiths. There was no way he would say such a thing out of the blue.
My gaze snapped at Quinn, just in time to catch him struggling to suppress a smirk. In that instant, everything clicked.
Damn it, Quinn knew I did not want to go home, and he actually instigated Benedict. A thought struck me. I lowered my head and asked, "Benedict, why do you want to go home? Don't you like Grandma's anymore?"
"No…" Benedict shook his head, unable to grasp the hidden meaning, so he did not know how to respond.
I seized the moment and pressed, "Did Daddy tell you to say that?"
Benedict nodded immediately, then turned and pointed at Quinn, saying in his adorable childish voice, "Daddy promised to buy me a puppy when we're home."