Chapter 3 A Divorce
Quinn’s pupils abruptly constricted. Almost instantaneously, she clutched the urn in her arms protectively, ensuring it was not harmed in the slightest.
“This contains my parents‘ ashes! How could you be so disrespectful?” Quinn exclaimed in anger.
“This is my son’s home. If you dare to keep that terrible thing in my house, I’ll smash it into pieces! Your parents need to see how hateful and rude you are to our family!”
Penelope kept running her mouth, saying the nastiest crap.
Quinn’s eyes were filled with rage, her hands tightly clutching the urn. “Even if you are my mother–in–law, you have no right to insult my parents like this!”
Trent said, “Quinn, please take it outside. Don’t upset my mother anymore. She just had surgery not long ago and shouldn’t get angry. If anything were to happen to her, I would never forgive you!”
Quinn’s hands were slightly trembling as she held the urn, her eyes filled with an even greater fury!
They had been married for three years, yet he couldn’t even show her parents the basic respect they deserved!
Seeing that she hadn’t left, Trent was displeased. “You’re still not leaving? Do I have to chase you away?”
In a fit of rage, Quinn laughed instead, lowering her gaze to the urn in her hands. Mom, Dad, I really have married the wrong man!
Three years ago, Trent nervously looked at her, saying, “I don’t have a house or a car. Would you still marry
me?”
She said, “I do.” Why? Because the day she got the news that her parents had died, he was there quietly by her side, wiping away her tears. That’s what got to her.
After her parents passing, Dominic once spoke to her sincerely. “Quinn, while they were alive, your parents were most worried about your marriage. The special forces are too dangerous. I don’t want you to end up like your mom, dad, and brother. I believe your parents will also wish for you to live a safe and peaceful life until old age.”
Following the death of her parents and the disappearance of her brother, she was the only one surviving member of her family.
As such, she retired from the military and married Trent. She believed, even if their relationship wouldn’t be as loving as her parents‘, at the very least, they could treat each other with mutual respect.
Yet, Trent was tearing away at that last shred of dignity.
In fact, when he had nothing at all at the beginning, his first capital for entrepreneurship was from her parents‘ death gratuity.
As such, she couldn’t help but wonder what her parents would think if they were looking down from the heavens, knowing their ashes were denied entry by the son–in–law who used their death gratuity to start his
business.
“Fine, I’m leaving!” Quinn declared, her head held high and her back as straight as a rod, refusing to let her
tears fall.
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Chapter 3 A Divorce
She can bleed, she can sacrifice, but there’s no way she should shed tears for someone so heartless!
She decisively turned around and left without any hesitation.
Jacinda didn’t seem to realize what was going on. “She just left like that?”
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“Hmph, this is Trent’s house. She’s got no say here! She’s just an orphan. Who does she think she is?” Penelope grumbled.
As Trent watched Quinn walk away, he felt kinda empty inside, like he’d lost something.
With the urn in tow, Quinn arrived at the funeral parlor to store it.
She wanted to take her parents‘ ashes back to their hometown for burial. However, there were still a series of things to be done back home, like making a tombstone, so she could only temporarily keep the ashes there.
“Mom, Dad, wait a little longer. I’ll take you back to our hometown soon.” Quinn looked at the urn. “I will find Rowan in the future. Together, we will pay our respects to you both. I believe he is still alive.”
“Who else could it be if not that lunatic?”
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