Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 377

"The baby Lucius and I had... when I was told I lost the baby, he actually survived."

If she hadn't recovered her memories, Madeline would never have dared to tell him this.

But the biggest change in the post-memory Madeline was that she was no longer afraid of him.

They were supposed to be the closest people in the world, which meant they could tell each other anything.

Quentin looked stunned. "What did you say?"

Madeline continued, "Quentin, the reason I snuck out earlier wasn't to see Lucius. I know you were convinced it was, but it wasn't. I got a tip from his housekeeper.

It turns out the boy he adopted five years ago, Leo Whitman, is actually my biological son. Liliana Lansbury faked his death and swapped him to force our divorce."

It was a convoluted story.

But Quentin grasped the core of it instantly. "What? Is... is that true?"

Madeline pulled out a small plastic bag containing a few strands of hair. "Earlier, my goal was to have the housekeeper bring Leo out.

I plucked these hairs myself to get a paternity test done.

I bumped into Lucius on my way out. I have no idea why he was there, and I told the housekeeper not to tell him.

That's when you saw us, and it caused the misunderstanding."

Quentin looked at the plastic bag, then up at Madeline's breathtakingly beautiful, aristocratic features.

He lowered his head, his expression steeped in gloom. "So, you want to prove the kid is yours, and then go back to Lucius to fulfill your duties as a mother?"

Madeline shook her head. "No, Quentin. That's not what I want."

She explained, "Even if I hadn't gotten my memories back, I wouldn't think like that.

I raised that boy, and I loved him as my own flesh and blood. But when I made the decision to divorce, I clearly stated in the paperwork that Lucius would get full custody.

I just want to confirm it. Knowing my baby didn't die and is still alive will bring my heart a sense of peace."

Quentin wasn't convinced. "And after you get your peace? What happens to the kid?"

A child wasn't an object you could just shove back where they came from. Besides, the boy was already five years old.

Madeline replied, "In my heart, the child and the marriage are entirely separate. The child won't affect our marriage. From the moment I married Lucius, I was on the wrong path. I made a mistake, Quentin. How do you think we should handle the boy?"

Quentin's tone turned ice-cold. "Handle him however you want."

Madeline immediately countered, "I know you're overthinking this. You always do this. When you're mad at me, one second you tell me to do whatever I want, and the next you threaten to go die just to force me to make up with you."

Quentin froze. That single sentence proved she truly remembered everything.

In the past, if Madeline ever said something he didn't want to hear, he would immediately throw a dramatic fit about wanting to die.

That was the old him.

He did it because he knew Madeline cared about him deeply, using it as leverage to pressure her.

But ever since she married Lucius, Quentin hadn't pulled that stunt again. Madeline had forgotten him entirely.

When they reunited, although she had asked to see him, her demeanor was identical to a desperate entrepreneur begging for investments.

Fawning, timid, terrified he wouldn't fund her, and constantly suspecting his real motive was just to get her into bed.

Quentin hated that calculated distance.

Yet he couldn't stop himself from pulling her closer.

But now, Madeline genuinely cared about him again.

Quentin forced himself to calm down and think rationally.

Throwing a tantrum wouldn't solve the problem; it would only damage their relationship.

Madeline had confessed to him, which was the most appropriate way to handle the situation.