Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

"Who is it?" I struggled to get up and peeked through the peephole. When I saw Quinn standing there, I immediately woke up.
I opened the door, and Quinn quickly grabbed my shoulder, his dark eyes wide with panic. "What did Alex do to you? Are you hurt?"
"Quinn..." I froze, caught off guard by his sudden concern. "I'm fine. I didn't get hurt."
He let out a breath of relief, stepping into the apartment. His usual cold demeanor came back as he asked, "Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
"Huh?" I quickly grabbed my phone and realized I had missed eight calls from him. "I was asleep and my phone was on silent, so I didn't hear it," I stammered, feeling a pang of guilt.
Quinn's gaze was like a laser beam as he turned to face me. His eyes were dark and intense, but there was no hint of anger. "What happened today?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
I told him everything that went down at the old mansion. When I mentioned I was adopted by the Hinton family, I slowed down, glancing at him. Quinn didn't seem surprised.
"Georgia, huh?" His voice was cold as he seemed lost in thought. After a long silence, he looked up at me. "Why did York save you?"
I was taken aback. I didn't have an answer. At first, York had tried to use Georgia's evidence to blackmail me for the Dazzling Project's proposal, but in the old mansion, he used that same evidence to save me instead.
Seeing my silence, Quinn's face darkened. He sneered. "Did you sleep with him?"
"Quinn, are you crazy?" I was furious. Did he really think I was that kind of woman?
Before I could say anything else, my phone rang. York's name flashed on the screen, and Quinn's face immediately darkened.
Before I could react, Quinn grabbed my phone, answered it, and put it on speaker.
York's voice came through, warm and teasing. "Natalia, you're still awake? I just wanted to ask, what brand was that ointment you put on me? It worked really well."
Before he could finish, Quinn hung up. His eyes were like ice as he stared at me, his voice dangerously calm. "Tonight? Ointment? Already cozying up to a new sugar daddy, huh?"
I couldn't even begin to explain. No matter what I said, I wouldn't be able to make Quinn believe me.
I held back my frustration and snapped, "If I don't find a new sugar daddy, how do I get the thirty million for you? Do you think I want to stay at Madden Group and keep dealing with your crap? Quinn, you're the crazy one, not me!"
Quinn's eyes narrowed. He was definitely pissed.
I marched to the door, threw it open, and said, "Mr. Madden, are you leaving on your own, or should I call security to escort you out?"
"Natalia, you're something else," Quinn said, striding out without looking back.
I collapsed onto the couch, so mad I felt like my liver was burning.
Outside, the rain started to fall in steady, light droplets. I poured myself a glass of water, letting the sound of the rain calm me down.
I glanced at the time on my phone. It was already past one in the morning. After Quinn hung up, York didn't try calling back.
That was odd.
Then a thought hit me. Why was it so coincidental? York knew exactly when I'd been taken to the old mansion, and he showed up just in time to save me.
Then that call asking about the ointment... it came in at 12:50 AM. At that time, most people would be asleep. How did York know I hadn't gone to bed yet? It was almost as if he knew Quinn was with me and made that call on purpose.