Noelle Winslow took a deep breath. "Titus Winslow, is money all you care about? Do you have no sense of family feeling? Even if you don't care about me, what about our son? Do you want to ruin his future?"
Titus Winslow sounded stunned, his voice filled with excitement. "What son? You had a son?"
Noelle Winslow said coldly, "If you want our son to have a bright and successful future, then you'll listen to me!"
...
「Meanwhile.」
After Seraphina Quinn went downstairs, Wyatt Quinn led Quinn Morgan by the hand into the master bedroom.
Quinn Morgan sat while Wyatt Quinn stood.
Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and her lashes were damp.
Wyatt Quinn watched her in silence for a moment before squatting down in front of her.
He was exceptionally tall, so squatting was uncomfortable. He switched to kneeling on one knee.
He looked at her, his eyes dark. "Did the surgery hurt?"
Quinn Morgan's nose stung, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
