A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 270

Basking in their praise and respect, Quentin felt a brief flash of guilt.

What if the truth came out? If Holden and Iris realized he was a fraud, it would ruin the company and completely destroy him.

But the panic faded almost instantly.

He had total confidence when it came to Winifred.

Even though the phone call tonight hadn't gone perfectly and his confession had been cut short, he still held all the cards.

The news out of Seaport City was everywhere.

Winifred had been framed, arrested, and locked up. Sure, she was out and back in Kingsbridge, but she was severely traumatized. She needed time to recover from the Lockwood family's latest assault.

Plus, she needed to rest and regain her strength.

She couldn't work right now, yet she still had two kids and Celeste to feed. They had been living out of hotels, burning through cash just to survive.

Quentin knew Winifred had no savings.

When she worked at his clinic, she survived on whatever scraps he threw her. When he stopped paying her, she took on side gigs just to cover the household expenses.

Three months before she finally quit, Shelly Hale's brother had needed a down payment for a house, so Quentin had handed over three months' worth of clinic profits to Shelly.

He hadn't paid Winifred a dime during that time. Yet, she had a massive family to support—food, utilities, the kids, schooling for Larissa and Demi. She had worked herself to the bone taking on extra jobs just to keep everyone afloat.

She had absolutely no safety net.

Now that she had been through hell again, she desperately needed someone to lean on.

And who else was there?

Who else could offer her a stable, reliable shoulder to cry on?

Him. Quentin Adams. Her senior, and the man she trusted and followed blindly.

Thinking about this, Quentin relaxed.

"We haven't finished talking." Quentin turned his chair toward the desk, hunting for a cigarette in the drawers.

Shelly started to panic. "Why not?!"

They couldn't let Winifred ruin this. Holden and Iris were waiting.

Iris was handing them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change their stars.

"The signal was bad," Quentin said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

Shelly yanked it out of his mouth and threw it in the trash. "You can't smoke around a pregnant woman! You're a doctor, what is wrong with you?"

Quentin didn't argue, just swiveled his chair back toward the bookshelf.

Frustrated by his lack of urgency, Shelly lost her temper.

"If you didn't finish talking, then call her back! Be direct! Tell her exactly what you need her to do and stop acting so embarrassed. Those formulas don't just belong to her. Your master spent his whole life on them—you have a right to them too!"