Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 243: Chapter 243

Clarissa was far too meticulous to send someone as terrible at lying as George if she wanted to come after me. George said all this because he was hopelessly in love with Clarissa, so much so that he took it upon himself to help her, even though she never asked.
George's expression froze instantly. He looked up at me, his eyes flickering with a tumult of emotions.
"I..." He frowned, clearly flustered at being exposed. "Ms. Hinton, you certainly have a wild imagination. No one would believe such a rumor!" he said.
"Whether it's a wild imagination or not, Dr. Johnson, you know best," I said, and suddenly everything clicked. "Thank you. You've helped me figure out Clarissa's motive for coming back. It's for Diana, isn't it?"
"What?" George exclaimed, clearly panicked. His reaction exposed him without reservation. Frowning and attempting to cover it up, he stammered, "I don't understand what you're talking about.
"I was just caught up at that moment, and that was why I said those things to you. If I offended you in any way, I apologize."
So I was right. Clarissa came back to target me because of her sister Diana, who hated me to the core.
I had no idea what happened to Diana after Quinn sent her back to Nordia. However, my instinct told me Clarissa doted on her sister and would go to any lengths for her.
Thinking of this, pursing my lips, I said solemnly, "Dr. Johnson, if you can, please tell Clarissa this. I have never intentionally harmed her sister Diana, and I am truly grateful for the care Julia once gave Quinn."
Whether Clarissa and George Johnson believed me or not, I needed to say this. I had never intended to make enemies with anyone. I loved Quinn, and I had come to accept everything in his past.
George was stunned, his lips parting as if wanting to say something. However, before he could utter a word, steady footsteps echoed from outside the door.
Quinn returned with the herbs, his shoulders still dusted with snow from the storm outside. "George, can you check if this is the right one?" he asked, not even bothering to take off his coat.
George took the herbs, scrutinized them, then gave them a professional sniff. He said seriously, "That's correct, and it's of premium quality."
Hearing this, Quinn finally relaxed and was about to summon the housekeeper to take George's instructions on preparing the medicine.
However, George stood up smiling and said, "I'll show them in the kitchen."
"We'll trouble you then, Dr. Johnson," I said with a smile.
George gave me a meaningful look, nodded, and quietly closed the door behind him.
Only then did Quinn shrug off his overcoat and approach my bedside. Gazing down at me with concern, he asked softly, "How are you feeling? Do you want to get some more rest?"
"I'll be hibernating if I sleep any longer," I teased. Then I noticed the tiny beads of sweat on Quinn's forehead, and my heart skipped a beat. It was still snowing outside. He must have been anxious on his way back and forth, worrying about me.
It warmed my heart to know Quinn was thinking about me. No matter what Quinn might have felt for Clarissa in the past, none of that mattered to me anymore.
Now that I was with Quinn, having chosen him, I would trust him wholeheartedly, without looking back.
Quinn gazed at me with doubt. "What's on your mind? You seem lost in thought," he said.
I snapped out of it, gave Quinn a sweet smile, tugged at his hand, and said playfully, "I was just thinking—how did you get to be so handsome? Do you think Benedict will be as good-looking as you when he grows up?"
Quinn raised his eyebrows, then suddenly leaned closer to me. His husky, seductive voice sent shivers down my spine as his warm breath tickled my ear. "I can't help but wonder if we have a daughter, what will she look like?" he murmured.