Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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Diana's composure shattered. Her eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling as she shook her head. "No... I don't believe it. You're lying to me. You're lying!"
Quinn let out a heavy sigh, looking utterly drained. "I thought you were just headstrong," he said, his voice low. "But I never thought you'd cross a line that could risk someone's life."
Diana's face went pale. She reached for him, her voice rising in panic. "Quinn, no! I didn't do anything like that! Sure, I've tried to make things difficult for Natalia before, but I'd never go that far. You have to believe me!"
I folded my arms, skeptical. "Yet here you are, showing up the second Quinn ends up in the hospital. How did you know to rush over? Did someone call you when things didn't go as planned?"
Diana snapped her head toward me, glaring. "No one called me!" Then, almost in desperation, she turned back to Quinn. "I... I have location tracking on your phone," she admitted in a small voice.
Quinn stiffened. I stared at her, caught off guard by the confession.
Quinn glanced at his phone, then at Diana. She fumbled with her own phone, quickly opening an app and holding it out to him. "See?" she said, her voice trembling. "I can track where you are, that's all."
Sure enough, the app tracked Quinn's phone in real time. It all clicked into place. That was why she always seemed to show up uninvited, causing chaos wherever Quinn and I were together.
"Quinn, I know it was wrong," Diana said, her voice breaking. "But please don't shut me out. I only did it because I care about you."
Quinn's expression didn't soften. If anything, he looked colder, his frown cutting deep lines across his face.
I stood there, watching the scene unfold, feeling detached. Quinn's love life wasn't my business anymore. We were divorced. Whatever mess he had with Diana was his problem to untangle.
Without a word, I turned and walked out of the room. I was halfway to the hospital's main entrance, hoping to clear my head, when I ran straight into Aiden.
"Natalia, can we talk?" Aiden's voice was firm as he gestured for me to follow him into his office.
The memory of his confession lingered in the back of my mind, making the situation feel awkward. I tried to keep my composure as he closed the door behind us.
His expression was serious, and I forced a calm tone. "Aiden, what's wrong?"
"You need to stop getting caught up with Quinn," he said, his brows furrowed. "Have you already forgotten everything he put you through, Natalia?"
The bluntness of his words hit me, making my chest tighten. "Quinn saved me today," I said, keeping my voice even. "Aiden, I get that you're worried, but I can handle my own life."
His shoulders slumped slightly, and he looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "Do you feel I'm bothering you too much?"
I shook my head, feeling a twinge of guilt. "No, of course not."
Aiden's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "I shouldn't have said what I did last time. I think I just made everything harder."
"Aiden ..." I started, unsure of how to respond, but he quickly changed the subject.
"Forget it," he said, brushing it off. "Anyway, I've made progress with U3. I've contacted a local middleman and arranged for some shipments. Once I get the rep deal for Enschester, I'll have access to the full order list."
I froze. Aiden was putting himself at risk, trying to sneak U3 to uncover the truth behind Jenna's poisoning.
"No," I said sharply. "It's too dangerous. Jenna's gone, Aiden. This isn't your fight. Let the police deal with it."
He just smiled, calm and unbothered. "I made a promise, Natalia."
No matter how much I argued, he wouldn't budge.
I knew Aiden meant well, but his determination left me conflicted. He wasn't doing this for himself—he was doing it for me. And that realization made the whole situation even harder to handle.
My phone rang—it was Shirley. I picked up, and she immediately asked, "Natalia, where are you?"
"At PrimeCare Hospital," I said, almost without thinking.
Her next words hit me like a wave. The paternity test results were in, and everything confirmed that I was Ben and Shirley's biological daughter.
I froze for a second. Even though I knew this was coming, hearing it out loud still took me by surprise.
Somehow, I had stumbled upon my biological parents after more than 20 years apart—and not just anyone. I was the daughter of the Smith family, one of the most well-known names in the media.
"I already told your grandmother!" Shirley said, her voice full of smiles. "She can't wait to meet you. I'm coming to pick you up right now!"
"Okay," I replied, my mind still racing.
True to her word, Shirley showed up pretty quickly. She hugged me tight as soon as she saw me, and I could feel all the love and warmth pouring from her.
It had been so long since I felt anything like that. I wasn't sure whether to feel happy, overwhelmed, or a bit of both.
She handed me the DNA report, and I saw the "99.99%" genetic match. I still couldn't believe it; this was really happening.
At the sanatorium, I met Mary. She wasn't just a stranger anymore—she was my grandmother now.
"Natalia, so you're my granddaughter," she said, holding my hands and studying me with such kindness. "I knew it the moment I saw you—you belong with us."
"Wait, you've met before?" Shirley asked, clearly curious. I smiled and told her about the first time I'd run into Mary.
Shirley grinned widely. "Mom, you're really good at matchmaking. You actually want Natalia and York to end up together!"
Mary sighed. "I just like Natalia, okay? But it's a shame York's also a Smith. They can't be together."
Shirley quickly cut in, looking a little concerned. "Mom!"
Just then, York's voice came from the doorway. "Grandma, what's going on in here? You're all laughing without me."
I glanced up and saw York standing there, giving me a smile and raising an eyebrow. "Hey, Natalia."
My heart skipped a beat. York was here, too. I couldn't help but think of Benedict upstairs. I started to feel uneasy, wondering if York had come with less than pure intentions.
Shirley, ever the tease, rolled her eyes. "We're just talking about how you're still single at your age. Grandma says if you don't find someone soon and give her a great-grandson, she'll send you off to become a priest."
York casually placed the fruit he brought on the counter, glancing at me as he said, "Guess I'm not the one to count on for a grandson, huh? But you can always rely on Natalia for that."
My mind went blank, and I felt a rush of heat in my chest. I frowned, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you mean by that?"
Quinn let out a heavy sigh, looking utterly drained. "I thought you were just headstrong," he said, his voice low. "But I never thought you'd cross a line that could risk someone's life."
Diana's face went pale. She reached for him, her voice rising in panic. "Quinn, no! I didn't do anything like that! Sure, I've tried to make things difficult for Natalia before, but I'd never go that far. You have to believe me!"
I folded my arms, skeptical. "Yet here you are, showing up the second Quinn ends up in the hospital. How did you know to rush over? Did someone call you when things didn't go as planned?"
Diana snapped her head toward me, glaring. "No one called me!" Then, almost in desperation, she turned back to Quinn. "I... I have location tracking on your phone," she admitted in a small voice.
Quinn stiffened. I stared at her, caught off guard by the confession.
Quinn glanced at his phone, then at Diana. She fumbled with her own phone, quickly opening an app and holding it out to him. "See?" she said, her voice trembling. "I can track where you are, that's all."
Sure enough, the app tracked Quinn's phone in real time. It all clicked into place. That was why she always seemed to show up uninvited, causing chaos wherever Quinn and I were together.
"Quinn, I know it was wrong," Diana said, her voice breaking. "But please don't shut me out. I only did it because I care about you."
Quinn's expression didn't soften. If anything, he looked colder, his frown cutting deep lines across his face.
I stood there, watching the scene unfold, feeling detached. Quinn's love life wasn't my business anymore. We were divorced. Whatever mess he had with Diana was his problem to untangle.
Without a word, I turned and walked out of the room. I was halfway to the hospital's main entrance, hoping to clear my head, when I ran straight into Aiden.
"Natalia, can we talk?" Aiden's voice was firm as he gestured for me to follow him into his office.
The memory of his confession lingered in the back of my mind, making the situation feel awkward. I tried to keep my composure as he closed the door behind us.
His expression was serious, and I forced a calm tone. "Aiden, what's wrong?"
"You need to stop getting caught up with Quinn," he said, his brows furrowed. "Have you already forgotten everything he put you through, Natalia?"
The bluntness of his words hit me, making my chest tighten. "Quinn saved me today," I said, keeping my voice even. "Aiden, I get that you're worried, but I can handle my own life."
His shoulders slumped slightly, and he looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "Do you feel I'm bothering you too much?"
I shook my head, feeling a twinge of guilt. "No, of course not."
Aiden's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "I shouldn't have said what I did last time. I think I just made everything harder."
"Aiden ..." I started, unsure of how to respond, but he quickly changed the subject.
"Forget it," he said, brushing it off. "Anyway, I've made progress with U3. I've contacted a local middleman and arranged for some shipments. Once I get the rep deal for Enschester, I'll have access to the full order list."
I froze. Aiden was putting himself at risk, trying to sneak U3 to uncover the truth behind Jenna's poisoning.
"No," I said sharply. "It's too dangerous. Jenna's gone, Aiden. This isn't your fight. Let the police deal with it."
He just smiled, calm and unbothered. "I made a promise, Natalia."
No matter how much I argued, he wouldn't budge.
I knew Aiden meant well, but his determination left me conflicted. He wasn't doing this for himself—he was doing it for me. And that realization made the whole situation even harder to handle.
My phone rang—it was Shirley. I picked up, and she immediately asked, "Natalia, where are you?"
"At PrimeCare Hospital," I said, almost without thinking.
Her next words hit me like a wave. The paternity test results were in, and everything confirmed that I was Ben and Shirley's biological daughter.
I froze for a second. Even though I knew this was coming, hearing it out loud still took me by surprise.
Somehow, I had stumbled upon my biological parents after more than 20 years apart—and not just anyone. I was the daughter of the Smith family, one of the most well-known names in the media.
"I already told your grandmother!" Shirley said, her voice full of smiles. "She can't wait to meet you. I'm coming to pick you up right now!"
"Okay," I replied, my mind still racing.
True to her word, Shirley showed up pretty quickly. She hugged me tight as soon as she saw me, and I could feel all the love and warmth pouring from her.
It had been so long since I felt anything like that. I wasn't sure whether to feel happy, overwhelmed, or a bit of both.
She handed me the DNA report, and I saw the "99.99%" genetic match. I still couldn't believe it; this was really happening.
At the sanatorium, I met Mary. She wasn't just a stranger anymore—she was my grandmother now.
"Natalia, so you're my granddaughter," she said, holding my hands and studying me with such kindness. "I knew it the moment I saw you—you belong with us."
"Wait, you've met before?" Shirley asked, clearly curious. I smiled and told her about the first time I'd run into Mary.
Shirley grinned widely. "Mom, you're really good at matchmaking. You actually want Natalia and York to end up together!"
Mary sighed. "I just like Natalia, okay? But it's a shame York's also a Smith. They can't be together."
Shirley quickly cut in, looking a little concerned. "Mom!"
Just then, York's voice came from the doorway. "Grandma, what's going on in here? You're all laughing without me."
I glanced up and saw York standing there, giving me a smile and raising an eyebrow. "Hey, Natalia."
My heart skipped a beat. York was here, too. I couldn't help but think of Benedict upstairs. I started to feel uneasy, wondering if York had come with less than pure intentions.
Shirley, ever the tease, rolled her eyes. "We're just talking about how you're still single at your age. Grandma says if you don't find someone soon and give her a great-grandson, she'll send you off to become a priest."
York casually placed the fruit he brought on the counter, glancing at me as he said, "Guess I'm not the one to count on for a grandson, huh? But you can always rely on Natalia for that."
My mind went blank, and I felt a rush of heat in my chest. I frowned, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you mean by that?"
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