Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 249: Chapter 249

Such an evasive move only made Quinn more suspicious. Without saying another word, Quinn grabbed her arm. Left with no choice, Clarissa reluctantly opened her palm.
A cut marred Clarissa's palm, blood slowly seeping out. "It's not serious. I can bandage it myself when I get home," Clarissa said hurriedly.
Quinn's brows furrowed tighter. "What happened to your hand?" he asked.
Clarissa pursed her lips and insisted, "It doesn't hurt at all."
Examining her wound and thinking of the drunkard the police mentioned, I analyzed in a calm voice, "It looks like a cut by broken beer bottle glass.
"The hospital's a bit far from here. Let's head back and have Dr. Johnson take care of it; that'll be much quicker."
The police station was not far from Madden Winery. Half an hour later, we took Clarissa back to Madden Winery.
The house was empty. Quinn looked around the pitch-dark living room, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Where are the people I assigned to take care of you?"
Ever since Clarissa returned, Quinn had assigned a housekeeper and a chef to care for her at Madden Winery.
Clarissa switched on the lights and gave Quinn a bitter smile. "Quinn, I let them go home for Christmas. They all have families to go back to—unlike me," she said.
"Where is Dr. Johnson?" I asked, looking around the room. There was no sign of him besides the housekeeper.
Earlier, before we started the car, I had brought up Dr. Johnson, but Clarissa just brushed it off.
I could not help but wonder. With George's family members being overseas and him being so fond of Clarissa, how could he leave her here alone? Unless Clarissa made him leave.
"Dr. Johnson has an old friend in Enschester. They've made plans to celebrate Christmas together," Clarissa said. Her eyes flashed with a fleeting glint of cunning as she looked at me. That was clearly a lie.
Meanwhile, Quinn brought the first aid kit over. I snorted coldly deep down. No way I would let Quinn bandage Clarissa up.
Before Quinn could act, I swiftly snatched the first aid kit and said to Clarissa, "Have a seat on the couch. I'll take care of your wound." Clarissa, narrowing her eyes, could only nod reluctantly.
After quickly bandaging Clarissa's hand, I realized it was getting late. I wanted to head back to the Smith family residence with Quinn so that Shirley would not worry about us.
However, just as we were about to leave, Clarissa suddenly called out, "Natalia, would you mind staying a bit longer?"
I swallowed my annoyance and managed a strained smile. "Is there anything else you need, Clarissa?" I asked.
"With my hand injury, it's difficult for me to bathe properly. Would you mind helping me take off my clothes?" Clarissa held up her bandaged hand, looking at me with feigned embarrassment.
I paused for a moment and immediately saw through her little ploy. After bringing me to the bedroom, Clarissa deliberately locked the door behind us.
Her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a piercing glare fixed on me. "After all your careful scheming, you must have been very disappointed to see me at the police station," I laid my cards on the table with a cold smile.
"Clarissa, I know your motive for coming back, but let me make things clear to you. No matter what you do, you can't change the fact that I'm Quinn's wife," I said.
Clarissa narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Natalia, anyone Diana hates is my enemy. You stole the place that rightfully belonged to her. Everything you did to her in Enschester, I'll make sure you pay for it, one by one.
Just as I had guessed, Clarissa really was the ultimate overprotective sister. I was speechless. She probably had no clue what had happened. Every opinion she had of me came straight from Diana's mouth.
Suppressing my irritation, I frowned and asked in return, "What exactly did I do to Diana?" I would love to know how Diana distorted the facts to slander me!