Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

I prepared myself mentally and called Quinn. "I'm at the police station and there's been a situation. Could you please send a lawyer to bail me out?"
The silence on the other end was deafening; I wasn't even sure if Quinn was listening.
"Hello? If it's inconvenient, forget it." I felt incredibly awkward and regretted calling him.
Just as I was about to hang up, Quinn said coldly, "Which police station?"
His voice made my nerves tense. I whispered, "The police station in the southern part of the city."
He hung up immediately after I finished speaking.
Rose asked hopefully, "Did Quinn agree to help?"
I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled reassuringly, "Yes. He'll send a lawyer; we just need to wait calmly."
Half an hour later, the police notified us, "The bail paperwork is done. The person picking you up is outside; you can leave now."
Rose and I quickly walked out of the main gate of the police station.
Seeing a Bentley parked by the roadside, my heart raced. Did Quinn come in person?
Dressed in a black coat, his tall figure stood next to the car door, his dark eyes sweeping across Rose and me briefly before he said in a deep voice, "Get in the car."
I hesitated for a moment, and Rose tactfully said, "Thank you for your help today, Mr. Madden. I still need to clean up the mess back at the sanatorium, so I'll take my leave now. I'll come by another day to thank you properly."
Quinn responded with a simple "Hmm" without changing his expression, his gaze never leaving me.
I felt uneasy under his stare, said goodbye to Rose, and got into the car as Quinn requested.
"Thank you." Once he was also in the car, I quietly said, "Thank you for your help. You can drop me off at a main road; I can take a cab home from there."
"Using me and then running away?" Quinn smirked. Glancing sideways, I saw his sullen face and wondered what angered him this time.
I was in the wrong today; I caused him trouble. If he didn't want to help, he could have refused me from the start. Why get angry after agreeing to help?
Feeling irritated, I dared not confront him directly and somewhat defiantly asked, "Then what do you expect me to do?"
"Didn't you suggest I hire a housekeeper?" His voice remained as cool and thin as ever. "I'm considering your suggestion now."
I froze; I was too familiar with him.
Although he didn't finish his sentence, I immediately understood what he meant.
"There's no such clause in our divorce agreement." I refused without hesitation.
Quinn had endless ways of tormenting me. During the day, he wanted me to work for Madden Group, and after work, he wanted me to serve him hand and foot as a housekeeper.
He was dreaming.
He narrowed his dark eyes, curved his thin lips, and looked at me with a threatening glint. "Do you not want Rose's sanatorium to continue operating?"
My heart trembled. Although Rose and I were released on bail today, solving the subsequent issues would be very troublesome.
Quinn had the capability to handle it. As long as he continued to help, with his means, dealing with those people would be easy.
Rose helped take care of Benedict; I owed her a favor.
After some consideration, I gritted my teeth and said, "Until you find a suitable housekeeper, I can be responsible for your dinner. But only dinner, and I'll leave right after preparing it each day."
The car stopped.
Unbeknownst to me, we had already arrived at the entrance of Quinn's villa.
Dusk was approaching, painting the sky beautifully.
"Get out. Buy tonight's ingredients and come back," Quinn said, leaving me stranded and driving away.
Half an hour later, laden with bags of groceries, I hadn't even stepped into the living room when I heard a woman's crisp laughter.