Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 82: Chapter 82

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. That woman was clearly a seasoned player when it came to stirring up drama. Her performance of sobbing and kneeling was flawless. Yet, the moment Quinn appeared, she seemed to be scared out of her wits.
"I don't know her," Quinn said flatly. Just then, Finn came over, and Quinn asked, "Have you looked into it?"
Finn nodded. "The middle-aged woman hired by Skylar is named Lori Jenkins. She's fifty this year and was arrested years ago for human trafficking. She was released two years ago and worked at a nightclub," he reported.
Finn closed the file and added with a smile, "The night you dealt with Owen, she happened to be working at the Midnight Club."
So that was it. Lori must have witnessed Quinn's outburst of fury and the grim aftermath for Owen. No wonder she was terrified of him.
"You still haven't answered my question," Quinn said abruptly, his voice frosty.
I froze, scrambling to find a way to deflect before a sweet voice interrupted my train of thought.
"Quinn." Diana came rushing out, slightly breathless. Her eyes were red as she looked at Quinn, saying coyly, "I had a bit too much to drink. I feel so dizzy right now. Can you take me home?"
With that, she leaned into him, her body going limp. At the same time, she shot me a glare, the displeasure in her eyes palpable.
Quinn, however, didn't flinch. He steadied her by the shoulders and turned to Finn. "Take Miss Terell home."
Diana stiffened, staring at Quinn in disbelief. Before she could speak, Quinn cut her off. "Go home and rest. I have other matters to attend to."
"But—" Diana tried to protest.
"Miss Terell, please," Finn said courteously, opening the car door and positioning himself in front of Diana.
Quinn walked past me and asked coolly, "Where's your car?"
"Huh?" I blinked in confusion.
"I have something to discuss with you," he said with a serious look on his face.
I hesitated but eventually led him to the parking garage.
In the car, Quinn cut to the chase. "The drug injected into Jenna was U3, an imported substance disguised as medication. It's marketed as a sleeping pill. Small doses aren't harmful in the short term, but prolonged or excessive use can lead to addiction or even cardiac arrest."
It took me a moment to wrap my head around it. Jenna had long struggled with mental health issues.
"So, are you saying she might have injected it herself?" I asked.
Quinn didn't confirm or deny it. "We'll need the latest medical report to be certain."
Elijah had called the police, and the hospital was now under orders to investigate how long the drug had been in Jenna's system. A blood analysis was underway.
"No matter the results, it won't clear you of suspicion," Quinn added.
"I'm prepared for that." I sighed, feigning a nonchalant tone. "If the police can't prove that I'm guilty, they have no case against me. My conscience is clear."
Quinn looked at me with a complicated expression, his gaze making me uneasy. To break the tension, I forced a smile and added, "Thank you for going out of your way to tell me this."
He frowned slightly. "Is that all I get? A verbal thank-you?"
I was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Send me home," he said plainly, fastening his seatbelt in the passenger seat.
Didn't he come with Finn? He could have let Finn wait for a while. Besides, Diana would have been more than happy to ride in the same car with him.
Nonetheless, I had no reason to refuse. I gripped the wheel and started the car.
It was late at night. The surroundings were dark and empty, yet Quinn stared out the window, lost in thought. Fortunately, there was no traffic at night. I sped up, eager to get him to his villa as quickly as possible.
"I have no use for that apartment," Quinn said.
"Huh?" I glanced over, realizing he was now staring at me intently. Catching his drift, I hesitated before replying softly, "Thank you for your offer, but given our current relationship, I don't think it's appropriate for me to stay there."
Honestly, I was no longer upset over what he said to me in the past—I simply wanted to distance myself from him. I spoke casually and even smiled to ease the mood. I focused on the road ahead as I drove.
After a moment of silence, he said in a chilling voice, "Fine. If you want to move out, just return the engagement gift as per our agreement. That's 10 million dollars."
I slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing myself out of my seat.
"What're you talking about? The divorce agreement clearly states that I only need to stay with the Madden Group for three more years," I exclaimed.
He shot me a sidelong glance and snorted. "The terms of the agreement are up to me."
Unbelievable!
The blare of a horn from behind brought me to my senses, reminding me that we were still in the middle of the road. Composing myself, I continued driving. I wanted to negotiate with him as peacefully as possible.
By the time we reached his villa, I still hadn't found the words to say.
"Natalia, remember what I said." Quinn unbuckled his seatbelt, stepped out, and walked away without looking back.
Watching his tall figure disappear into the night, I let out a resigned sigh. Fine, I would just treat it as company housing. Three years wouldn't kill me.
After consoling myself, I returned home and collapsed on my bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
The next morning, I went to the hospital to look for Aiden, hoping to learn more about U3 and perhaps uncover a lead to the culprit.
"This drug isn't legally available in the country," Aiden explained. "There's usually a local broker acting as a middleman for domestic buyers to order it from overseas manufacturers. If we can find the broker, we'll be able to trace the orders."
I furrowed my brow. "Ordinary people wouldn't have access to these brokers, right?"
To minimize risks, such transactions were done in secret, based on referrals and mutual trust.
"Maybe I can get in touch with a broker," Aiden said with a gentle smile. "Don't forget, as a doctor, I have a certain advantage in gaining their trust."
Since U3 was disguised as medication, its primary buyers were meant to be patients. A chance to connect with a doctor would be a great opportunity for the brokers.
But I couldn't let him get involved. "Aiden, I don't want you to put yourself in danger for me again," I said.
I frowned, thinking about the risks he had already taken when he switched Benedict with another baby.
Aiden rose and patted my head with a warm smile. "As long as you're safe, there's no risk I won't take."