Chapter 660 Proactive Response
Quentin was shrouded in a gloomy aura.
His eyes were coldly fixed on Ruby. "This has nothing to do with you. You just need to take care of Helen."
"How does it have nothing to do with me?" Ruby got angry on the spot, grabbing Quentin by the collar, gritting her teeth in rage.
"Quentin, if you are my son, Helen's brother, I advise you to wake up. Have you forgotten who caused Helen to end up like this? It was that bitch Grace who drove Helen to this state of mental breakdown."
"Helen was such a proud, noble person, and now she's a lunatic who doesn't even recognize me, her mother. Do you know how much it hurts me every time I look at Helen?"
Quentin suddenly looked at her, snorted coldly, and then laughed disdainfully.
"It hurts you? Why does Helen only want me around? Why doesn't she let you near her? Don't you know the reason?"
"From childhood to now, have you ever fulfilled a single day of motherly duty to me and Helen? All you ever cared about was business and money, never about us. I'm even grateful now that Helen and I survived this long."
"Every important day in Helen's life, you missed them all—her school promotions, her graduation ceremonies, her birthdays. Helen and I grew up always eagerly waiting for you to come back on our birthdays, and what happened? You never showed up; only cakes and thoughtless gifts arrived."
"Ruby, do you think you've been the kind of mother you wanted to be all these years?"
Quentin's words were sharp and piercing.
Ruby cried, covering her face in pain.
"Quentin, I know I owe you both a lot from your childhood, but I'm trying my best to make up for it now."
"Back then, your father passed away, your grandfather was ill, and the Taft Group was facing bankruptcy. If I hadn't managed the Taft Group's business, it would have been taken over by others."
Quentin's gaze stayed icy as he stated, "Those are all just excuses. Could you truly claim to be too busy to see your children, regardless of your schedule?"
"And what about later? Why did Helen end up like this? Wasn't it because you forced her to marry that scumbag Norberto for your selfish interests?"
Back then, the Hagen Group was very powerful.
The Taft Group was also doing well, and to leverage the Hagen Group's influence to further develop the Taft Group.
Ruby forcibly broke up Helen and her boyfriend, forcing her to marry Norberto.
Not long after the marriage, Norberto's true, unsightly nature was laid bare.
He was a drunk, violent, and unfaithful.
Helen wanted a divorce, but Ruby, prioritizing the Taft family's image, adamantly declined, pushing Helen into her present predicament.
"So, you bear an inescapable responsibility for Helen's condition."
"Let me reiterate once more, Grace has nothing to do with Norberto, and she's not a bitch. I don't want to hear you insult Grace again."
With that, Quentin strode away.
When he returned, it was already past ten.
The villa's living room was quiet.
He went to the bedroom, and it was also very quiet.
He finally found her on the balcony.
She was wearing a tight floral dress, with a beautiful fishtail hem that accentuated her curvaceous figure, looking especially sexy and alluring under the light.
Her wavy hair flowed freely behind her, and she leaned against the railing, sipping red wine.
Her posture exuded charm.
Quentin didn't make a sound, walking over quietly.
It wasn't until he had her in his arms that he spoke softly, "Why are you drinking alone on the balcony? Were you waiting for me?"
"You're back?" Grace was a bit surprised.
"Didn't you say you made dinner for me? Of course, I had to come back to eat." Quentin replied.
"But I asked you and you didn't answer, so I thought you weren't coming back," Grace murmured.
"Well, I'm back now, aren't I? I'm hungry. Where's the food you made? I want to eat." Quentin urged.
Grace nodded. "Wait a moment, I'll heat it for you."
"Alright," Quentin responded. In the kitchen, Grace brought out the dishes she had made earlier.
Some were heated in the microwave, some on the stove.
Quentin's tall figure leaned against the door frame, his eyes gently watching her.
A faint smile played on his lips as he gazed at Grace with such tenderness that it seemed capable of melting even the toughest heart. A few minutes later, Grace turned off the stove and looked at Quentin leaning against the door frame. "It's ready, come help me."
"Okay!" Quentin nodded.
The two of them carried the plates to the dining room together.
"I reheated them, so they might not taste as good as when they were freshly made." Grace expressed.
Quentin didn't mind. "I like everything you make."
"Then hurry up and eat," Grace said.
That night, their rapport was particularly seamless, evoking the comfort of a long-married duo. After taking a shower, Quentin tightly held Grace in his arms, burying his head in her body and taking a deep breath, his eyes filled with affection. "You smell so good. I really want to hold you every day."
At that moment, he was like a child.
He was completely different from his usual cold, aloof self.
Although she didn't ask, she sensed that he was in a foul mood, feeling extremely downcast.
And his dark circles were heavy, as if he hadn't rested well for a long time, and the fatigue on his face was obvious.
"How many days have I not been back?" Quentin suddenly asked.
"About a week," Grace replied.
"Then why do you never ask me why I haven't been back for so long?" Quentin continued.
"You're so busy with work, if you haven't come back, you must have something important. I don't want to disturb your work." As she uttered those words, Grace couldn't shake off the memory of that tender whisper.
Quentin smiled faintly. "I wish you would disturb me a bit."
Otherwise, it felt like Grace really doesn't care about him at all.
"Sleep now!" Quentin suddenly said.
These days, he was really exhausted, so he hoped to have a good sleep holding her.
Grace originally wanted to ask him about returning to the entertainment industry, but seeing how tired he was, she couldn't bear to.
That night, Quentin clung to her tightly, even in slumber. Therefore, when he stirred to depart, she instantaneously sensed his absence."You're leaving so early?" She looked at the time; it was only five in the morning.
"I have something to do. You go back to sleep." Quentin whispered.
"But I can't sleep once you're up."
Grace looked at him, deliberately tugging at his hand, her tone soft and slightly coquettish.
"What could be so urgent that you have to leave so early? Can't you stay with me a bit longer?"
This was the first time since they met that Grace had acted coquettishly towards him.
It was also the first time she had been so gentle and cute.
Quentin confessed to feeling moved, almost inclined to nod in concurrence. However, in the end, reason reined him in. He walked over and petted her head affectionately. "I really have something to do. Once this busy period is over, I can stay with you every day."
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