Chapter 437 Heartbreak
Odette spun around in a panic at the sound, only to see Quentin's face, dark and terrifying. Without a word, he wiped his hands and walked away.
"Quentin!" Odette called out frantically.
Lauren shoved Odette aside, and Theodosia rushed over to help Lauren up. Lauren clutched her stomach, her hair disheveled, but she was in better shape compared to Odette.
Odette, on the other hand, looked anything but elegant. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes were wrinkled. She scrambled to her feet, only to slip and fall heavily again.
Theodosia sneered, "Serves you right."
Odette shot Theodosia a fierce glare, but had no time to argue. She quickly got up and chased after Quentin.
Lauren watched Odette's retreating figure, feeling a pang of sadness. She muttered to herself, "Quentin, you are heartless."
Sitting on the cold tile floor, Lauren stared at the mess on the table, feeling utterly desolate.
Theodosia helped Lauren up, noticing the sorrow in her eyes. Even Theodosia felt a twinge of pity.
"Does it hurt?" Theodosia asked, pointing to Lauren's stomach.
Tears streamed down Lauren's face.
Even a bystander showed concern, but all Lauren saw in Quentin's eyes was indifference.
Lauren shook her head and, with Theodosia's help, stood up. She glanced at the servants who were watching with schadenfreude.
The servants quickly averted their gazes, frightened.
With Theodosia's support, Lauren sat down on the nearby sofa, clutching her stomach, feeling nauseous.
Odette hadn't come out unscathed either; she was also badly hurt.
"Are you okay?" Theodosia asked worriedly. The red marks on Lauren's face had faded a bit.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Lauren said, though her heartache far outweighed the physical pain.
Quentin deliberately slowed his pace, knowing Odette was following him.
It was late, the sky was clear, and the dim streetlights cast Quentin's handsome features perfectly in Odette's eyes.
His high-bridged nose looked like it was meticulously sculpted, making Odette infatuated.
"Quentin," Odette called out unconsciously, gazing at him dreamily. She quickly walked up to him, testing the waters, "Quentin, why did you leave?"
"Too noisy," Quentin replied, shaking off Odette's grip. He turned his back to her, the silence around them almost palpable.
Sensing Quentin's displeasure, Odette quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Quentin. I shouldn't have ruined your mood. Please forgive me."
Though she sincerely apologized to Quentin, deep down, Odette hated Lauren, blaming her for everything.
Lauren went upstairs, feeling restless in the confined space. She wanted to get some fresh air on the balcony.
"Where are you going?" Theodosia asked, worried, as she supported Lauren.
Lauren had defended Theodosia all day, making Theodosia determined to stick by her side.
"Don't worry," Lauren said softly.
Seeing Theodosia's anxious expression, she stood up and spun around, pretending to be relaxed. "See, I'm fine. I just need some fresh air. This room is too stuffy."
Theodosia quickly supported Lauren, saying, "I'll go with you."
Seeing the fear in Theodosia's eyes, Lauren suddenly laughed.
Did Theodosia think she was going to jump off the balcony?
To ease Theodosia's worries, Lauren took her to the balcony. Having someone to talk to wasn't so bad.
The air on the balcony was fresh. Lauren loved standing there, looking into the distance. It was the only place where she felt relaxed.
A gentle breeze brought the scent of grass, making her feel at ease. But the next moment, her smile faded.
In the distance, she saw Quentin with his back to Odette. Though she couldn't see his expression, she saw Odette hugging him from behind, their relationship looking very intimate.
Feeling upset, Lauren said softly, "Theodosia, I'm suddenly tired. I want to rest."
"Okay," Theodosia replied respectfully, quickly helping Lauren away.
Quentin's face was cold and frightening as he thought about Lauren's injury caused by Odette. But thinking of Matthew, he had to endure.
He couldn't give up after holding on for so long.
Turning around slowly, he looked at Odette with an expressionless face and said, "Since the wedding photos are done, let's move the wedding up to the day after tomorrow. You'll be my wife sooner or later, so it doesn't matter if it's a bit earlier."
Though it sounded like a declaration of love, Quentin's words felt more like a task.
He knew the longer it dragged on, the greater the risk of rescuing Matthew and Kimberly.
Moreover, Quentin couldn't stand having Odette around any longer. Every touch from her made him feel disgusted.
Seeing Odette hurt Lauren in front of him was the last straw. He couldn't let Lauren suffer anymore; this had to end quickly.
Odette thought Quentin was eager to marry her, smiling happily. She had expected him to be angry, but instead, he wanted to move the wedding up.
"Quentin, are you serious?" Odette asked, half-doubting, feeling uneasy.
"Of course," Quentin replied, trying to soften his expression.
"Then let's move the wedding up. I want to be your bride as soon as possible. I'll do anything you want," Odette said joyfully, but Quentin interrupted her.
"But I have conditions," Quentin said seriously. "You have to accept that Matthew is my child. I need to give him a happy home."
Odette's joy vanished instantly.
Mentioning Matthew made Odette uneasy. She thought of him as Lauren's child, likely just like Lauren.
Unhappy, Odette pouted and said reluctantly, "But we should have our children too. Matthew won't like me, and he won't want to live with us."
Odette listed a bunch of reasons.
"We'll be a family sooner or later. You have to accept Matthew," Quentin said, patting Odette's shoulder.
This was the most he could tolerate.
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