Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

I struggled to help Quinn into the car. He slept soundly in the back seat, completely unconscious.
I mumbled, "Your alcohol tolerance is so bad, and yet you were drinking as if your life depended on it. Now I have to send you back in the middle of the night." I was exasperated by this man. I slammed the car door and got into the driver's seat.
I was worried that Quinn would feel uncomfortable along the way, so I deliberately drove slowly.
I kept hearing Quinn's steady breathing.
Good lord! He was sleeping quite soundly.
After a while, we arrived at his villa. I got out of the car, and patted his shoulder. I said, "Quinn, wake up!"
He pushed my hand away limply and rolled over, nearly falling onto the floor of the car.
Startled, I wrapped my arms around him in time to yank him out of the car.
"We have arrived at your place. Can you get inside by yourself?" I asked Quinn with a frown. When I saw that his eyes were shut and he could not even stand steadily, I shook my head and muttered under my breath, "How unlucky I am."
I helped Quinn into the villa.
The combination lock at the entrance hadn't been changed. After quite a struggle, I managed to help Quinn into the guest bedroom on the first floor.
Sweating profusely, I threw him on the bed and took a blanket out of the cabinet. I casually draped it over him.
I turned to leave, but Quinn grabbed my sleeve.
I turned around and saw him open his eyes slightly. He looked at me with a sad expression. His thin lips parted slightly, and his breath trembled as he said, "Natalia, I dreamt that our child was still alive."
My heart skipped a beat. Seemingly extremely sleepy, Quinn closed his eyes again.
I stared at him blankly. I had mixed feelings.
I couldn't figure out if Quinn was drunk and spouting nonsense, or if he truly cared about our child.
Regardless of what the answer was, it no longer mattered.
I loosened his grip on me and bent down to tuck him in. "Rest well," I said softly.
As quickly as I could, I left the villa without looking back.
Over the next few days, I had been busy following up on the Dazzling Project. According to Raelynn's research, there were 10 companies participating in the bidding this time. Among them, the company most capable of competing with the Madden Group was Maple Media.
The person in charge of the Dazzling Project was Jess Bird. Although he was Quinn's old roommate, he was not the sole decision maker. I had to work hard and give the project my all.
On Friday, I had just finished a meeting when I received a call from Rose. Benedict suddenly had a high fever.
I rushed to the care home.
Aiden arrived before me. He had given Benedict a fever shot, and Benedict had fallen asleep exhausted.
"Aiden, how is Benedict?" I was extremely anxious. I couldn't be by Benedict's side to take care of him all the time. Now that he had fallen ill, the guilt I felt intensified.
Aiden comforted me softly. He reassured, "It's fine. Children have weak resistance to illness. It's normal for them to catch a fever or a cold occasionally when the seasons change."
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Rose said worriedly, "Natalia, Benedict is growing up. He needs a legal guardian as soon as possible."
Her words reminded me that I had yet to register myself as Benedict's legal guardian. If I didn't get it done quickly, Benedict would have trouble going to hospitals or school. It was also because of this that Rose contacted Aiden to check up on Benedict today instead of sending him to a clinic.
I had to deal with this problem as soon as possible.
"Since you and Quinn are divorced, can't you register yourself as the sole caregiver of Benedict?" Rose suggested.
Rose had connections, so she could get someone to register me as Benedict's legal guardian.