Chapter 650 Who is She
"You dare?" Quentin retorted through gritted teeth.
"Then try me, see if I dare or not?" Ruby was fuming.
The two were at a standoff, and the phone line fell into a dead silence.
But neither hung up.
Ruby was the first to speak.
"Grace does have some charm, I can understand why you'd be infatuated with her."
"If you want to be with Grace, want to support her, I can turn a blind eye, but there's one principle: you must marry Caroline, and Grace must not interfere with your marriage to Caroline."
"If Caroline finds out about your relationship with Grace, you must cut it off completely."
Quentin scoffed disdainfully.
"Quentin, you're my son after all. Even if you're capable now, you're still part of the Taft family. I'll say it one last time: if you want Grace to be well, you need to go see Caroline right away, make her happy."
With that, Ruby hung up the phone.
Quentin frowned, his long fingers pulling out a cigarette.
He lit it and put it in his mouth.
He had just taken a few puffs when Grace walked over and pointed at the cigarette in his mouth. "Smoking too much is bad for your health."
He was aware of her concern for him, and it filled Quentin with a warm sense of comfort."Alright, I'll listen to you, I won't smoke."
He took the cigarette out, extinguished it, and threw it into the trash can.
Then he held her in his arms.
Neither of them spoke, just listening to each other's heartbeats.
In the sunset, the sky looked like a beautiful painting, especially the stunning sight of the fiery clouds, making one marvel involuntarily.
After a while, Quentin spoke, "Didn't you say you had a question for me?"
"Yes!"
"Grace," Quentin gently stroked the hair at her temple, "I have to go out for a bit. I'll come back tonight and answer your question in person, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded.
She watched him disappear from the room. Once he was gone, Grace couldn't sleep anymore, so she got up and had dinner. Then she checked the news in the entertainment industry.
Meanwhile.
Quentin went to the Stewart Manor.
In the exquisitely luxurious room, Caroline lay on the bed, looking extremely weak.
Even dinner, which had been changed several times to her favorite dishes, remained untouched.
A servant advised, "Ms. Stewart, you're already ill and weak. If you don't eat and replenish some nutrients, your body will get even weaker."
"It's not worth ruining your health!"
But Caroline lay on the bed as if she hadn't heard a thing.
Her face was pale, devoid of any color.
The servants sighed but had no other options.
They could only suffer along with her.
At that moment, someone came running up, out of breath. "Ms. Stewart, Mr. Taft is here!"
"What did you say?"
Caroline's dull eyes suddenly brightened.
She became more spirited and sat up straight in bed.
"Hurry, bring me a mirror."
"I need to freshen up, I want to look beautiful when I see him."
"I can't let him see me looking so awful."
The servant immediately handed her a mirror.
When Quentin entered, everyone else left the room.
So, only Caroline and he were in the room.
As soon as she saw him, Caroline started to cry. "Quentin, is it you?"
Quentin walked to the bedside, his gaze falling on her flushed cheeks. "My mom said you were sick and asked me to come see you."
Caroline's expression froze instantly.
"So you didn't come willingly, you were forced by Mrs. Taft, right?"
"Yes."
She had thought Quentin would at least pretend.
But he didn't even bother to lie; he admitted it outright.
"Why? Can't you even give me a little white lie?"
Caroline looked at him, crying even more sorrowfully, delicate and pitiful.
But Quentin just looked at her indifferently, without a trace of sympathy or affection.
This time, however, he had a bit more patience.
He walked over, sat on her bed, and for the first time, gently and patiently called her name.
"Caroline, we've known each other for a long time, but I've always seen you as a friend."
"The reason my mom wants me to marry you is something you understand better than I do. It's just because of the Stewart family's power and status."
"Such a marriage, based on transactions and devoid of warmth, is that what you want?"
Caroline grabbed him, her voice soft and tender.
"But Quentin, I really like you, I want to marry you!"
"I don't care about the reasons. Since I have such a good family background, why shouldn't I use it?"
"Mrs. Taft likes me and my family. Isn't that great?"
Her attitude made Quentin helpless.
"Maybe you're right. Your family background, education, looks, everything is great, and my mom likes you too."
"But Caroline, I don't like you, and that's the biggest problem."
"I've always seen you as a friend."
Caroline pushed him away. "No, I want to be your wife, not your friend."
"Quentin, I won't give up."
"No matter why, Mrs. Taft likes me, I will marry you."
Sighing, Quentin looked at her.
"All these years, I've been trying to make you give up and call off the engagement yourself. I didn't want to hurt you."
"Caroline, your persistence is meaningless because I already have someone I love."
Hearing this, Caroline gasped.
She looked at Quentin in disbelief, her eyes wide open.
"What did you say?"
"But? How could that be?"
"All these years, even though you've been cold to me, there hasn't been another woman around you. Quentin, if you want to reject me, at least come up with a better reason. Don't be so perfunctory."
Quentin looked at her seriously and spoke solemnly, "I'm not lying to you, it's truth."
"In the past, I made a mistake and upset my girlfriend, so she left me."
"But now that she is back, I won't let her leave again."
"All these years, there have been no other women around me because of my girlfriend. Even agreeing to the engagement with you was to provoke her into coming back."
Caroline's mind went blank. She could hardly think. Staring blankly, she finally asked, "Who is she?"
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