Chapter 244 Many Questions
Chapter 244 Many Questions
The moment the words left his mouth, Julius‘ lips found hers–deep, urgent, as though he meant to pour every ounce of love he possessed into that single kiss.
Trent woke the next morning with a pounding head.
What on earth happened last night? He couldn’t remember a thing.
“Trent!” Sidonie hurried to the bedside. “You’re awake. You got drunk, and it took me forever to haul you onto the bed.”
“Really?” Trent rubbed his temples. He recalled a few drinks, and then–nothing.
“When did your tolerance get so low? You never used to keel over this easily,” Sidonie teased.
“Maybe I was too happy yesterday and let my guard down,” Trent muttered.
“By the way, are you free today? I want you to come to the hospital with me,” Sidonie said.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling ill?” Trent asked, worried.
Sidonie smiled. “It’s only a routine checkup.”
At the hospital, Sidonie registered with the obstetrics and gynecology department. When her number was finally called, she flashed Trent a gentle smile. “I’m going in. You wait here.”
“Sure.” Trent nodded, though a trace of bewilderment lingered.
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Most people look anxious when they come in for tests. Why, then, is she smiling so brightly? Or am I overthinking? Soon after, Sidonie emerged from the consultation room and headed straight to the lab to draw blood.
At the very same moment, on the other side of the city, Quinn sat in front of her computer, painstakingly restoring a video. Frame by frame, the hazy footage sharpened beneath her adjustments, the blurred smudges resolving into recognizable shapes.
When the final filters settled, the silhouette in the image was unmistakably female. Because dusk had already set, the drone camera captured only the outline of her face, the play of light and shadow hiding every other detail. Yet, for Quinn, that single outline was more than enough.
The woman held a cigarette between two fingers. A tiny ember flashed, glowed, and vanished. Quinn’s pupils constricted as she zoomed in on the figure frozen on her monitor.
view of her features, the curve of that face told Quinn everything she It’s Sidonie! Even without a full needed. The smoker in the video was Sidonie Stonehurst.
Moments later, a second figure approached. A man, broad–shouldered, almost certainly the co–pilot who had later perished. In the footage, Sidonie executed a clear tossing motion, flinging the still–lit cigarette butt from her hand. Shortly after, a lick of flame erupted, just as the drone veered away and the recording skipped to another angle. Those scant seconds were all the evidence that remained of Sidonie, the co- pilot, and the fire that followed.
Chapter 244 Many Questions
But that fragment was more than enough for Quinn:
Her gaze locked onto the frame where Sidonie tossed the cigarette, tears filling her eyes without her realizing it.
If she hadn’t tossed it so casually, there would have been no inferno, no deaths, no injuries… And my brother would never have gone missing because of it! So it really was Sidonie who ruined Rowan’s life!
Quinn clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles cracked.
Never had she despised anyone this fiercely. Even when Sidonie had stolen her place as Trent’s supposed savior and wrecked her marriage, Quinn had felt only disgust, not true hatred. After all, she knew the person who had truly ruined that relationship was Trent himself.
But now the hatred boiled so hot she could no longer hold it down.
Summoning every ounce of self–control, she pulled out her phone and called Julius. “Julius, could me a favor and find out where Sidonie Stonehurst is right now?”
Julius answered without hesitation.“Of course. But what’s wrong with your voice? Are you ill?”
“No, I’ve just confirmed who really started that great border fire all those years ago,” she hissed.
“It was Sidonie?”
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“Yes! If she hadn’t caused that blaze, Rowan wouldn’t have disappeared. If something… Anything has happened to Rowan…” Her voice caught. The terrible possibilities were too dark to contemplate. “I won’t let Sidonie get away with it. She will pay.”
“All right,” Julius said. “Whatever you decide, I’m on your side. Wait for my call.”
When the call ended, Quinn drew a long breath and let her eyes drift back to the still of Sidonie flicking away the cigarette. Her heart felt as though someone were twisting it with a knife.
