Chapter 245 Burning Hatred 

How could I possibly not hate Sidonie Stonehurst? 

When Sidonie and Trent walked out of the hospital, a smile lingered at the corners of her eyes and lips. 

Trent asked, “Everything all right with you?” 

Because the appointment had been with the gynecology department, he felt awkward prying into the specifics. 

“Nothing serious at all, Trent, I’m just so happy!” Sidonie replied. 

The tests inside had confirmed her suspicion–she was pregnant. 

Now that she carried Trent’s child, she believed she possessed an extra layer of security. Even if he discovered anything detrimental in the future, he would surely forgive her for the baby’s sake, especially since he loved her so much. 

As for Detective Lindgren, who had dared to threaten her, she intended to see that man taught a lesson he would remember for the rest of his life. 

A flicker of cruelty flashed in her gaze at the thought. 

“Happy?” Trent asked, puzzled, and was about to question her further when a car pulled up in front of them and several men climbed out. 

“Sidonie Stonehurst, Mr. Julius Whitethorn would like a word with you,” one of them announced. 

“What?” Sidonie and Trent blurted at the same time. 

Trent frowned. “Why does Mr. Whitethorn want to see Sidonie?” 

The newcomers did not explain. With a casual wave, their leader signaled at two burly men who seized Sidonie and shoved her into the waiting car. 

“Trent!” Sidonie cried. 

Trent shouted, “What do you think you’re doing? It’s broad daylight are you kidnapping her?” 

He didn’t get to finish; someone shoved him into the vehicle as well. 

The car then pulled away from the hospital at an unhurried pace. 

Quinn stood on the riverbank, gazing at the current that rose and fell against the stone embankmer 

Years ago, she had dragged Trent out of this very river, never imagining their lives would become so hopelessly entangled afterward; just as she had never dreamed that Sidonie would one day steal the credit for that rescue. 

Meeting Sidonie here felt fitting. After all, their feud had begun here. 

Julius remained beside her and said, “Whatever you decide to do to Sidonie later is entirely up to you, 

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Even if the sky comes crashing down, I’ll be the one to hold it up for you.” 

Quinn turned to him. “Even if my hatred runs so deep, I want Sidonie dead?” 

“Then let me be the blade in your hand,” he answered without a hint of hesitation. 

Quinn pursed her lips. Just then, her phone rang. Harlan’s name flashed on the screen. 

As soon as she picked up, his voice was heard. “Quinnie, where are you? I’ve got something entertaining you need to see.” 

“I’m by the river,” she told him. 

“The river?” Harlan sounded surprised. 

“Yes. I’m meeting Sidonie here. I have questions for her.” 

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“Perfect,” Harlan said. “What I want to show you is also about Sidonie. I’m heading over right now.” With that, he hung up. 

“Was that Harlan? Is he coming?” Julius asked. 

“Yes. Apparently, he’s bringing something connected to Sidonie,” Quinn replied. 

While they were talking, a car rolled to a stop in front of them. 

The doors swung open, and several broad–shouldered bodyguards hauled Sidonie and Trent out of the vehicle. 

Bruises mottled Trent’s face, clear signs he had taken a beating. 

The moment Trent saw Quinn, he saw red. He bellowed, “Quinn, did you order Julius to drag us here by force? Just because we’re divorced you think you can humiliate me like this?” 

“Trent, I have no interest in humiliating you,” Quinn said, her gaze locked on Sidonie. Simply looking at the woman sent waves of anger surging in her chest. 

Julius frowned slightly and asked, “I told you to bring just Sidonie. Why did you bring this extra baggage along?” 

“Sir, he was right next to her. We feared complications, so we brought him too,” one of them explained. 

“Quinn, aren’t you the law–abiding type? Do you realize kidnapping us is a crime? I can sue you!” Sidonie screamed. 

“A crime, is it?” Quinn stepped up to Sidonie, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles blanched,. fought to keep her fury in check. And what about you? How many crimes have you committed? Sidonie, during the great fire on the border, how many people died because you flicked away a lit cigarette?”