Chapter 221 Turning Against Each Other
Chapter 221 Turning Against Each Other
“Not true? You’re no longer a pilot, and now you have such a stain on your reputation–how could you possibly deserve my son?” Penelope snarled, her earlier approval evaporated. “Trent, I won’t let you be with this woman!”
“Mom!” Trent flushed with embarrassment; her outburst, especially in front of Quinn, made his head throb.
Sidonie’s eyes flashed. “Mrs. Grafton, Trent and I love each other. You have no right to tear us apart!”
Now that disaster had struck, she clung to Trent all the more–he was her only ticket back to the top.
Smack!
A crisp slap landed squarely on Sidonie’s cheek.
Her cheek flared with pain as Penelope’s contemptuous voice followed. “Love? You seduced my son like the scheming homewrecker you are!”
Humiliated, Sidonie covered her stinging cheek. “Even if you are Trent’s mother, you can’t treat me this way!”
“Oh, she can’t?” Laura laughed from the sidelines. “Sidonie, weren’t you lecturing Quinn just now about respecting her elders? By your own logic, even if Trent’s mom curses you and slaps you, you ought to swallow it, right?”
Sidonie felt the words lodge in her throat.
She had indeed said that, purely to belittle Quinn and butter up Penelope.
Now, like a boomerang, the speech came whipping back, stabbing her mercilessly.
Desperate, she clutched Trent’s sleeve, hoping he would speak for her. “Trent…”
Before Trent could get a word out, Quinn spoke coolly. “Trent, since you’re so devoted to your mother, you should be telling Sidonie that your mom’s an elder, and she’s entitled to scold or even hit her–and Sidonie should endure it, right?”
Trent faltered. His throat tightened as he met Quinn’s mocking gaze, and he couldn’t find the words.
Penelope kept up her relentless tirade.
Sidonie finally snapped, hurling insults in return. That only fanned Penelope’s fury, and even Jacinda jumped into the shouting match.
“Mom, Sidonie, please–stop this!” Fearing they’d come to blows, Trent wedged himself between them.
Watching the farce, Quinn murmured to Laura, “Let’s head back.”
They had finished shopping, after all.
“But I’m not done with the show,” Laura said, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.
Just moments ago Penelope, Jacinda, and Sidonic had been allies; now they were tearing each other apart -a spectacle Laura found amusing.
“You can stay and watch if you like,” Quinn quipped, one brow arched.
“Forget it.” Laura rubbed her nose, noticing several bystanders already raising their phones to record. “I’m sure the footage will be online in no time.”
The two women stepped out of the mall. Quinn’s gaze swept the parking lot and froze on a familiar black sedan idling a short distance away. The moment Julius spotted her, he pushed open the driver’s door and strode over, making it perfectly clear he had come for no one but her.
Laura took in the scene and laughed, “All right then, I won’t play the third wheel–see you later!”
With a carefree wave, she turned on her heel and headed for her own car.
“Finished shopping?” Julius asked, glancing at the bags in Quinn’s hand. He took them from her with easy familiarity and set them gently in the back seat of his car.
“Mm–hmm, all done.” Quinn nodded. “By the way, the big screen in the mall’s atrium suddenly started running news about Sidonie a moment ago. Was that your doing?”
If I remember correctly, this mall belongs to the Whitethorn family.
There’s no way that kind of coincidence just happens–of all times, the screen “just happens” to air Sidonie’s headlines right when we’re in the middle of an argument?
“It was,” Julius admitted, his eyes glinting. “She upset you, so she doesn’t deserve a moment’s peace.”
No one is allowed to bully my Quinnie..
Elsewhere, Marley sat on her bed, looking at the three photographs she had found the other day again and again.
Murren had already told her the man in the pictures was Rowan, Quinn’s older brother.
But she couldn’t remember ever meeting Rowan. Why, then, did his face feel so familiar?
Suddenly, as if struck by a revelation, Marley sprang up and began rifling through her room. At last she -tugged a photo album from the bottom of a drawer.
If he really is the person I once met…
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