Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 238

Lauren didn't say another word—she just headed straight upstairs.

Rosita watched her go, taking in the exaggerated sway of Lauren's hips with open contempt.

Who's the latest sugar daddy she's trying to reel in now?

With a cold snort, Rosita turned and left the villa. "Zack, bring the car around. We're going to the station."

...

Upstairs in her room, Lauren opened her contacts and hit redial.

The call was picked up almost immediately. "Mrs. Lockwood."

"Mr. Prescott, sorry—I'd just put my phone in my purse and didn't see your call.”

"No trouble," Gavin replied, his voice calm and low. "The table's reserved. Should

I send a driver for you, or...?"

"Just text me the suite number. I'll get there myself."

"Of course."

He hung up, and a moment later, Gavin sent the address through.

Lauren read the message, a sly smile curling at her lips. She turned and disappeared into her walk-in closet.

Police Station.

Rosita had requested to see her brother as family.

and Quentin sat across from

eyes filled with tears. "What's going on? How did this

brown eyes reflecting the fragile innocence on her face.

She sniffled, struggling to hold back sobs. "Everyone's saying you're the one who hurt Dr. Joyner, but I don't believe it. You could never do something like that, right? It wasn't you, was

Quentin didn't answer.

"Quentin, no matter what anyone else says, you'll always be the one I trust most in this world. Even if

apple bobbed as he swallowed, pain flickering in his gaze. “Rosita, you shouldn't care

and soft. "You saved me when I was seventeen, do you remember? I

at her, frozen in

saying what a wonderful uncle you are, how you took care of Mom. He says when he grows up, he wants to

him, her tone barely above a whisper. "Irwin will grow up strong, Stewart will take care of us, and

Quentin's expression flickered.

started to ask, as if

the way you have." Rosita cut him off gently. "But that seventeen-year-old girl you saved? She's all grown up now. She's happy. Before long, she'll be Stewart's bride, and she'll have

forgot to breathe, his pupils trembling. "Am I

straight in the eye, her tone

hands, clasped together on

lowered his head, as if coming to a decision, and let out a sigh that was

enough for me." He looked up again, tenderness flooding

satisfaction in her eyes, though her face remained

Just cooperate with the investigation,

out, and I know

a gentle

stay a

in, firm but polite.

stood up. "I'll come see

waved. "Be

bright, reassuring smile. "I will, Quentin.

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