Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

The bus stops right at the gate. Lorraine steps off punctually and heads toward the medical college. Walking quietly along the path, Lorraine remained completely unaware of the red Maserati trailing her just a short distance behind.
The understated Barbera Red exuded an air of domineering flamboyance, turning heads as it passed by. Lorraine walked on, completely oblivious to everything around her until she reached her dorm.
After getting what she needed from the dorm, Lorraine locked the door and stepped back outside. As she walked along the tree-lined path on campus, Eugene's handsome face inexplicably popped into her mind.
But she felt Eugene would never be hers. Even though they were living together now, she still felt like she was trapped in some crazy dream. She didn't know what would happen if she ever woke up.
Taking a deep breath, Lorraine quickened her pace and soon rounded the tree-lined path, heading straight for the school gate.
"Lorraine!" She had barely a few steps when a shrill voice called her name from behind. The distant shout, edged with unmistakable resentment, set her teeth on edge.
Frowning slightly, Lorraine turned around and saw a woman with her hair in wild disarray charging toward her like a madwoman.
Squinting, Lorraine studied the woman carefully. There was something oddly familiar about her figure. Just as she was trying to figure out who it was, the woman had already stormed right up to her. "Lorraine, you bitch. I finally got you." Elsie snarled.
Lorraine finally recognized that it was Elsie. But she didn't understand why Elsie would end up in such a state because Elsie was always particular about her appearance. Yet now Elsie had lost a shoe while running.
"Elsie, what happened to you?" Lorraine gasped. Even students who didn't care about their appearance wouldn't look this bad.
Elsie glared at Lorraine, her voice shaking with rage. "Look what you've made me become. Lorraine, you shameless bitch. How dare you seduce my man? I'll beat you to death!"
Elsie was rambling incoherently. Lorraine's brows knitted tightly as she watched Elsie charge at her, arms flailing. Instinctively, Lorraine ducked, leaving Elsie grasping at empty air. "Elsie, are you out of your mind? Your breath stinks." Lorraine snapped.
Lorraine had no patience for Elsie's drama and wasn't about to get tangled up with her here. "Enough of this," she muttered, backing away before turning to leave.
"Don't you dare walk away. After destroying my whole family, you think you can just leave?" Elsie snarled, seizing Lorraine's wrist in a vice-like grip and yanking her back before delivering a stinging slap. "If I'm going down, you're going down with me."
Lorraine failed to dodge as Elsie's long nails raked across her cheek, leaving a raw, burning sting. Lorraine's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant. She raised her hand to strike back, but Elsie—now completely unhinged—caught her wrist in a grip of shocking strength.
Elsie hurled curses as she yanked Lorraine back with all her might, refusing to let her go. The commotion quickly drew a crowd of students, who gathered around at a distance, watching the scene unfold, but not a single soul dared to step in.
As Elsie's hand was about to come down on her again, Lorraine dodged sideways but twisted her ankle in the process, tumbling down onto the ground. The anticipated blow never came. Elsie's hand was abruptly caught mid-swing by someone.
"Who the hell are you? I'm warning you—don't you dare butt in." Elsie snarled, her eyes wild with desperation. She had nothing left to lose, and that made her dangerous.
Queenie casually swept her wavy locks over her shoulder and said, "Make way, please." As she walked through the crowd, Queenie exuded the effortless grace and nobility of a queen. Her commanding presence made people instinctively yield, awed by her lofty elegance.
The crowd instinctively parted for her. Queenie strode forward, seized Elsie by the arm, and in one fluid motion, effortlessly tossed the struggling woman into the nearby flowerbeds. Her movements were graceful yet decisive, drawing admiring applause from the onlookers.
Knocked to the ground by Elsie, Lorraine was momentarily stunned when she saw Queenie. Sitting there on the floor, gazing up at the woman radiating grace and nobility, she felt the gulf between them with painful clarity.
Lorraine's mind was a complete mess; she hadn't even begun to sort out her thoughts when Queenie's voice cut in beside her, laced with faint amusement. "Ms. Shaw, surely you don't expect me to help you up, right?"
"N-no, of course not. Thank you, Ms. Godfrey," Lorraine stammered, snapping out of her daze. She scrambled up from the ground, hastily brushing off the dust from her clothes and smoothing down her disheveled hair.
Queenie wasn't in a hurry. She simply stood there, waiting for Lorraine to compose herself. Then, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she turned to Lorraine and asked, "Ms. Shaw, do you have time for a coffee?"
"Alright." Lorraine agreed hesitantly, her heart in knots. Truth be told, she wasn't exactly thrilled about being alone with Queenie. But since Queenie had just saved her from that mess, she really didn't have much choice.
The two walked side by side toward Queenie's Maserati. Lorraine sat rigidly in the passenger seat, lips pursed and eyes fixed straight ahead, every muscle in her body tense with apprehension.
From the corner of her eye, Queenie caught a glimpse of Lorraine's expression, her lips curving into an enigmatic smile.
Queenie had chosen the café herself—the most luxurious in the city, renowned far and wide for its rich, aromatic coffee and exceptionally authentic flavor.
Queenie and Lorraine chose a private booth by the window and settled in. Queenie ordered a Blue Mountain coffee, while Lorraine went with her usual—a cappuccino.
The soft, melodious notes of a piano piece filled the private booth, blending seamlessly with the rich, aromatic scent of coffee that enveloped them—a soothing combination that eased both body and mind.
Lorraine's tense nerves eased a bit as she gazed at the coffee before her, lost in thought.
"Ms. Shaw, you must be wondering why I'm by Eugene's side," Queenie said casually, taking a leisurely sip of her coffee.
'What a familiar way to address him.'Lorraine thought. Her grip on her coffee cup stiffened slightly. Pressing her lips together, she looked at Queenie and asked cautiously, "Are you planning to tell me, Ms. Godfrey?"
She was indeed curious. But it wasn't something she needed to know. If that was something that would make her feel bad, she'd rather be kept in the dark. Lorraine silently calmed herself, a hint of wariness in her eyes as she looked at Queenie.
Queenie set down her coffee, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she observed the anticipation and tension in Lorraine's eyes. "If Eugene wants you to know," she said smoothly, "he'll tell you himself."
Lorraine sat up straight, irritation welling up inside her. "So, Ms. Godfrey, what's the point of inviting me for coffee? Are you just keeping me hanging on purpose and not saying a word?"
Queenie leaned back, giving Lorraine a deliberate once-over. "And what about you, Ms. Shaw? How long do you plan to keep clinging to Eugene in this ambiguous relationship before you leave? Haven't you realized that you will only make him the laughingstock of his circle?"
At the VIP suite of an elite private hospital in Newford of Lesvinton, a vigorous elderly woman sat upright on the hospital bed. At the sound of a knock, she gracefully turned her head toward the door and said in a clear, commanding tone, "Come in."
She greeted the nurse with a gracious, gentle smile.
"Mrs. Moore, time for medication." The nurse carried a tray with a glass of room-temperature water and two bottles of medication. She measured out the prescribed number of pills and handed them over, then passed her the water glass with a gentle, professional smile.
"Oh dear, my memory's failing me again. Is it already time for my medication? Just leave it here, I'll take it in a bit."
Hearing her words, the nurse set down the pills and water glass, picked up the tray, and walked out. "Please remember to take your medication on time, Mrs. Moore."
"Okay," Maria replied. Slipping into her slippers, Maria quietly got out of bed. She peered around the doorframe to make sure the nurse was gone, then crept back to her bedside. Eyeing the white pills on the nightstand, she scooped them up into her hand.
The medicine was too bitter to take. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she casually tossed the pills into the trash can, then tipped her head back and gulped down the glass of water.
Feeling bored, Maria sighed as she reached for her phone on the nightstand and began scrolling through news from back home. Maria sighed in boredom as she scrolled through the news because none of those picked her interest.
Her fingers flew across the screen in rapid swipes as she impatiently scrolled through the news feed, searching for something that caught her interest. After a couple of rounds, her eyes landed on a headline—her movements suddenly stilled; she was instantly intrigued.
[Moore Group's CEO Eugene and His Mystery Woman.] The article was lengthy, yet it only showed a back view—her name wasn't even mentioned.
However, the article stated that this woman had once been married to another member of the Moore family, only to have a whirlwind divorce soon after.
It had been ages since the Moore family had a wedding celebration. The last one was Stephen's. But that wasn't enough to make her return to her homeland.
After all, Gordie was just an adopted child. By the time it reached Stephen's generation, family ties had grown even more distant. When Maria's health took a turn for the worse, she stayed in Newford to focus on her recovery.
She tapped on the news and slowly scrolled down. By the time she reached the end, a shrewd glint sparkled in her sharp eyes. To her surprise, she found her son ended up with his sister-in-law. She was afraid it was true.
Half an hour later, the nurse came to check if Maria had her medication. But as she reached the door, something felt off. She looked inside and realized Maria had vanished.
Heart pounding, she rushed in and searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Maria. Frightened out of her wits, she bolted out and raced toward the director's office.
This was serious, so she had to inform the director at once so he could contact the Moore family. If anything happened to Maria, the hospital couldn't bear the responsibility.
Meanwhile, at an airport in Newford, a plane bound for Maria's homeland was taking off.