Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 The Beautiful Hands

“What’s so wrong with that? I’m simply hoping to maximize our profits. It’s beneficial for both the company and our family!” Trent replied.

Family? That word once represented Quinn’s deepest longing. When she initially married him, it was in the pursuit of having a family.

However, in the end, she realized that he simply couldn’t provide that to her.

“Would you still have asked me to return to the company if I hadn’t saved Julius today?” Quinn inquired.

You’re the lady boss of the company, so you can return anytime,” Trent said.

“In that case, can I just announce at the office that I’m the lady boss?” Quinn raised an eyebrow.

Trent remained silent for a moment before he finally said, “We agreed before to keep our marriage a secret for now, right? We’ll announce it when the time is right.”

“Well, because if we announce it now, it would mean letting everyone in the company know about your infidelity during our marriage, right? Everyone in the company knows that Sidonie is your first crush, but no one knows about our marriage,” Quinn said straightforwardly.

Visibly upset, Trent asked, “Do you really have to make things difficult for me?”

“I have no intention of making things difficult for you, so I don’t plan on returning to the company. Also, at the equestrian club, I told Julius that if he insists on repaying me, he should donate to build an Operation Hope Elementary School. Thus, don’t expect me to help you persuade Julius to invest in Grafton Technologies!” Quinn responded.

Trent flew into a rage out of humiliation and spent the entire night ignoring Quinn.

The following day, Quinn visited Laura’s office. They agreed that after Montague and Arlene’s burial in their hometown, she would officially start working at the company.

During lunchtime, Quinn spotted a photo on Jacinda’s Instagram. The picture showed a man’s hands, one cradling a bowl of oatmeal, the other holding a spoon, dipped into the bowl.

The caption read: The oatmeal lovingly made by Trent for my future sister–in–law smells so good!

Looking at the oatmeal in the photo, Quinn finally understood what Trent was busy with in the kitchen that morning.

Back when she fell ill, her fever spiked to one hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit. She was so weak that she could barely get out of bed. All Trent said was that he was busy with work and asked her to take care of herself.

Even before her fever had fully subsided, she was called back to work due to company matters.

She went to the office while still on an IV drip, and he took it for granted. He didn’t even order takeout, let alone make oatmeal for her. She had to do it herself.

At that moment, however, he was willing to rise early in the morning to make oatmeal for Sidonie.

The difference between love and the lack of it was truly evident.

“What are you looking at?” Laura asked curiously as she leaned in to take a closer look.

After seeing that photograph, Laura was taken aback for a moment before returning to her senses. “Could it be that Trent cooked oatmeal for Sidonie? That’s too much. You guys aren’t even divorced yet!”

“It doesn’t matter.” Quinn put away her phone, standing up to leave.

Where are you going? You’re not planning to rush to the hospital, are you?” Laura asked curiously.

Tim not that idle. I’m going to the funeral parlor to see my mom and dad,” Quinn said.

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Chapter 13 The Beautiful Hands

No sooner had Quinn stepped out of Laura’s company than a black sedan pulled up in front of her.

A man donned in a black suit stepped out of the car and respectfully said to Quinn, “Ms. Bridger, I am Mr. Whitethorn’s secretary. Mr. Whitethorn would like to express his gratitude for saving his life and invites you to join him for a meal.”

“There’s no need for that. I’ve already made it clear before. If he wants to thank me for saving his life, he can donate to build an Operation Hope Elementary School.” With that, Quinn went straight to her car, opened the door, and got in.

Half an hour later, she found herself in the funeral parlor, standing before the display case that held the cremation urn containing her parents‘ ashes.

On the urn, a national flag was draped.

“Mom, Dad, I initially thought that Trent owed you an apology. I wanted him to pay his respects and say sorry to you. However, there’s no need for that anymore, right?” Quinn murmured softly.

The only response she received was the silence of the air.

She brought her hands together in prayer, reverently paying her respects to Montague and Arlene.

“Just hold on a little longer. It won’t be long before I can take you guys back to our hometown,” said Quinn.

“Are you leaving this place?” Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind her.

A jolt ran through Quinn. As she turned her head, the handsome face of Julius suddenly filled her vision.

“Are these your parents‘ ashes?” Julius‘ gaze flickered toward the names attached to the base of the cremation urn. The words read: Montague Bridger Arlene Gurney.

“Yes,” said Quinn.

Back then, Montague held her in his arms and said, “Quinn, your mother and I chose to be soldiers out of steadfast conviction. What we want to protect is not just our home. We also want to protect our nation!”

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