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 shed. “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.
<i>Smack</i>!
A crisp pnded squarely on Sidonie’s cheek.
Her cheek red 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?” Lauraughed 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 ps 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’de 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 <b>each </b>other <b>apart </b><b>-a </b>spectacle Laura found amusing.
“You can stay and watch if you like,” Quinn quipped<b>, </b>one brow arched.
“Forget it.” Laura rubbed her nose, noticing several bystanders already raising their phones to record. <b>“</b><b>I’m </b>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 <b>ck </b>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 hade for no one but her.
Laura took in the scene andughed, “All right then, I won’t y the third wheel–see youter<b>!</b>”
With a carefree wave, she turned on her heel and headed for her own car.
“Finished shopping?” Julius asked, ncing at the bags in Quinn’s hand. He took them from <b>her </b>with <b>easy </b>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?”
<i>If </i><i>I </i><i>remember </i><i>correctly</i><i>, </i><i>this </i><i>mall </i><i>belongs </i>to <i>the </i><i>Whitethorn </i><i>family</i>.
<i>There’s </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>that </i>kind <i>of </i><i>coincidence </i><i>just </i><i>happens</i>–of <i>all </i><i>times</i>, <i>the </i><i>screen </i><i>“</i><i>just </i><i>happens</i>” to <i>air </i>Sidonie’s <b><i>headlines </i></b><i>right </i><i>when </i><i>we’re </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>middle </i><i>of </i><i>an </i><i>argument</i><i>? </i>
“It was,” Julius admitted, his eyes glinting. “She upset you, so she doesn’t deserve a moment’s peace.”
<i>No </i><i>one </i><i>is </i><i>allowed </i><i>to </i><i>bully </i><i>my </i><i>Quinnie</i><i>.. </i>
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 revtion, Marley sprang up and began rifling through her room. Atst she -tugged a photo album from the bottom of a drawer.
<i>If </i><i>he </i><i>really </i>is <i>the </i><i>person </i>I <i>once </i><i>met</i><i>… </i>
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