"That’s impossible, impossible..." Christine Quinn kept shaking her head. "He hates so much..."
"He indeed hates you, but he can’t stop loving you... You have to know, Mr. Jones has always known you’re Alexander Quentin’s daughter. However, he never took revenge on you like Howard Geoffrey did to in the past. Both are daughters of Alexander Quentin, both have the irreconcilable hatred of a father’s death buried in their hearts, yet Mr. Jones was the first to let go... This shows that when he was with you, he loved you enough to give up hatred, sothing Howard Geoffrey took eight years to accomplish. Mr. Jones did it without hesitation, which shows how much he cared about you then... The deeper the love, the stronger the reproach. Precisely because he once loved you with his life, he could never co to terms with you betraying the feelings between you..."
The words from Rebecca Quentin made tears continuously spill from Christine Quinn’s eyes, and finally, she stood there for a long ti.
After ending the call with Rebecca Quentin, Christine Quinn returned to her room, lost and broken.
Waves of pain seized her heart, yet at this mont, she seed numb to it, clutching her chest, sitting dazedly on the edge of the bed, looking at Marie, who was sleeping soundly.
Even in sleep, the child’s eyes were wet with tears...
Thinking back now, once in New York, Andrew ntioned to her that he saw Marie crying alone in the room. She paid no mind then, but now it dawned on her. When she asked Marie why she was crying, Marie told her she had a nightmare, that she dreamt of her parents separating. In fact, Marie had voiced her deepest fear... It’s just that she didn’t realize it at the ti.
Foolish child...
Christine Quinn’s heart ached endlessly, and she couldn’t help but bend down and kiss her daughter.
Today, despite everything that happened, there was at least one comforting matter: Marie’s health was better, and even if she left, she wouldn’t have any worries.
Taking a deep breath to slowly ease the pain in her heart, she got up and returned to her room.
In a secret spot in the nightstand, she took out the dication and swallowed it dry.
The bitterness of the dicine choked in her throat, making her nauseous, but she still forced it down into her stomach.
After taking the dicine, she adjusted her emotions a bit and walked out of the room.
In the hallway, she bumped into a servant and asked about Skyler Jones’ whereabouts. Once she learned he was in the study, she intended to find him, but after hesitation, she ended up going to the children’s room.
Lying beside Marie, watching her restless sleeping form, her heart twisted into a knot.
"Mommy..."
Marie, at so point, woke up, looking at Christine Quinn with misty eyes.
Christine Quinn reached out and hugged Marie, "Mm, mommy’s here."
Marie held onto her mother’s hand, comforting, "Don’t worry about ..."
Christine Quinn held her daughter’s small hand tightly, nodding, "Mommy’s not worried about Marie. Mommy knows Marie is very strong."
"Mommy, I’m sorry, Marie shouldn’t have pressured you to be with daddy. If it weren’t for Marie, you and daddy wouldn’t be unhappy every day..."
"Silly girl, it’s mommy and daddy’s fault, how can we let Marie say ’sorry’ to mommy and daddy?"
Marie snuggled into Christine Quinn’s embrace, tightly hugging her, "Tomorrow, you and daddy are going to separate, right?"
"Didn’t you rember daddy has to go back to New York to handle a project?"
"I didn’t an daddy was leaving for work."
Christine Quinn shook her head, "Mommy doesn’t know..."
In truth, what Rebecca had told her over the phone had left her heart utterly confused at this mont...
The next day.
When Christine Quinn woke up early, Marie was already gone...
Startled, Christine Quinn hurriedly washed up and ran out of the room. She felt relieved only seeing Marie having breakfast in the dining room on the first floor.
She sat beside Marie, asking softly, "Dear daughter, why are you up so early?"
Marie, with a sandwich in her mouth, mumbled, "Mommy, did you forget? I have to go to school today..."
"Oh right, mommy is so silly..." So much happened last night that she even forgot about Marie’s school.
"Mommy, I’m done eating, I have to go to school now..." Marie left the table, shouldering her backpack, and said to Christine Quinn.
Christine Quinn quickly got up, adjusting Marie’s backpack straps, "Be good, mommy will make your favorite dishes for you at lunch."
"Mm, thank you, mommy." Marie kissed Christine Quinn on the cheek.
Christine Quinn smiled lightly, preparing to send Marie out of the villa, just as Skyler Jones walked into the dining room.
Seeing her father, Marie sweetly called out, "Daddy."
Skyler Jones seed to have co down hastily from the second floor as he looked a bit unkempt and there was a faint stubble on his chin.
"Good girl."
Marie walked over to Skyler Jones and hugged him, "I have to go to school now..."
"Mm."
"Daddy, are you going back to New York today?"
Skyler Jones squatted down, holding Marie’s slender shoulders, and said, "Daddy’s not going back."
Marie frowned slightly, "But you have work to do. Mommy told yesterday that your project had issues."
Skyler Jones ruffled the stray hair on Marie’s forehead, lovingly saying, "No project is more important than my daughter."
Marie, understanding, replied, "Daddy, you don’t need to worry about Marie. With mommy looking after at ho."
Skyler Jones still shook his head, "No, daddy will stay and keep you company."
"Daddy, you should go to New York; yesterday your phone kept ringing, I think there must be a big problem with your project..."
Skyler Jones gazed deeply at his daughter, "Not important."
"But it’s awkward when you and mommy are together now."
Marie, like a little adult, could clearly understand the concerns of grown-ups.
Skyler Jones and Christine Quinn at this mont didn’t know what to say.
Marie smiled brightly at her parents, "Daddy, mommy, although I don’t quite understand what affection is, they always say in TV shows that love shouldn’t be forced... I was always envious of others having their moms and dads with them, so I selfishly wanted you both together, even if you didn’t love each other. But Marie gets it now. Rather than forcing you to be together and be unhappy, I’d rather you be apart... I want to see both of your faces filled with smiles."
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