Chapter 267 Lingering Attachments. 

“Have you ever met the man she’s dating now?” Weston asked. 

Harlan arched a brow. “Boyfriend? I haven’t seen him, but knowing Laura, it wouldn’t surprise me if she already had one.” 

Weston pressed his lips together. Laura greeted friends with warmth yet was harsh with her adversaries. That edge could win her enemies, but it also made it easy for her to make friends. 

Harlan gave a crooked smile. “Come on, Uncle Weston, are you still planning to win her back even if she’s with someone else?” 

“Is there something wrong with that?” Weston countered. 

Harlan’s surprise showed in the quick flare of his eyes. Clearly Weston’s resolve was ironclad. “Still, she’s not the type to circle back to an ex.” 

Weston sent a frosty glance across the desk. “Enough. Shut up and leave.” 

With a shrug, Harlan rose. At the door, he tossed one last comment over his shoulder. “By the way, Laura told me she’s into younger men these days. If she truly feels nothing for you, don’t force her.” 

Weston’s hand froze around his pen. His lips thinned, and he gave no reply. 

After Harlan left, Weston walked to the washstand and studied his reflection. His face had hardly changed through the years, yet the untested softness of youth was gone. 

She likes younger men now? 

He recalled the photo album at her place, every photo featuring fresh–faced men. 

Is her current boyfriend one of them? If she truly doesn’t want me, can I finally let her go for good? 

Because of her pregnancy, Sidonie had been released on bail. The very day she walked free, she called Trent. “Trent, I need to see you.” 

When Trent arrived at her apartment, he found Sidonie’s parents, Samson and Xenia Stonehurst, already there. 

“Trent, our Sidonie is counting on you” Xenia pleaded. “Whatever it costs, hire the best lawyer. We can’t let her go to prison.” 

Samson chimed in, “Don’t worry. Trent’s not a petty guy. Sidonie is carrying his child. How could he abandon her?” 

Once, even without money, Trent would have agreed to help. Now he simply asked, “How much is the Stonehurst family prepared to spend on this attorney?” 

The couple exchanged a startled look. “The Stonehurst fortune sits with the main branch, Samson stammered. “We’re only the second branch. We have little, and Sidonie’s uncle refuses to help. Trent, you wouldn’t be so ungrateful, would you?” 

Trent’s gaze drilled into Sidonie, where she reclined on the bed. “Ungrateful? Your family never did me any favors, so there’s nothing to repay.” 

Xenia bristled. “How can you say that? Sidonic saved your life!” 

Trent laughed, sharp and humorless, pointing at Sidonie. “She saved my life? Then ask your daughter who actually pulled me from death that night.” 

Sidonie turned to her parents. “Dad, Mom, give us a moment alone.” 

When they left, she rose and stood before Trent. “Trent, I know there are misunderstandings between us, but my feelings are real. Plus, we’re having a child together.” 

She guided his hand to her stomach. “Eight weeks along. By next spring, you’ll be a father.” 

Trent snatched his hand back as though scalded. 

“Sidonie Stonehurst, how dare you say that to me? Do you realize the ruin you brought? Without you, I’d still be married, my company would be fine, and I wouldn’t have taken out that credit loan. Now, the police say it will take three months to return the funds. You’re killing me!” 

“I never meant to harm you,” she protested. “Lindgren was blackmailing me. I thought sending him to prison this way would end it. If Quinn hadn’t interfered, the money would have been returned in two weeks.” 

“Blackmail? You bribed Lindgren to claim you were my savior. You knew it was Quinn who rescued me, yet you lied again and again, watching while I betrayed her.”