Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 378

Madeline answered, "More than anyone else in the world."

Quentin was satisfied.

He said, "If you truly care about my feelings, you won't raise this child yourself."

Madeline nodded, tilting her head slightly. "We haven't even run the paternity test yet."

Quentin replied, "I know. I'll go with you."

He continued, "I also know it's incredibly cruel to tear a child so young away from their mother's care. I can't strip you entirely of your maternal responsibilities."

Swayed by Madeline's soft reassurances, Quentin's resolve softened.

He said, "If the test confirms he's yours, I can accept you seeing him twice a month. The condition is that Lucius cannot be present. Other than that, I'm not too..."

Madeline cut in, "There's more. The child I had with Lucius will not have any inheritance rights to our joint assets. As for the distant future, I will set aside a portion of my pre-marital assets for him."

Beyond the emotional ties.

The financial boundaries had to be drawn with absolute clarity.

Having said her piece, Madeline stepped around to face Quentin, looking directly into his eyes. "Quentin, do you agree?"

Quentin lightly pinched her cheek. "Alright."

He didn't know why, but hearing Madeline say she cared about him most instantly melted his heart like butter.

Even if he didn't fully believe it just yet.

It was infinitely better than the Madeline who always kept a defensive wall up against him.

He accompanied Madeline to the testing facility.

Using the hair samples and Madeline's blood, they ran a formal paternity test.

The results came back.

Leo Whitman was undeniably Madeline's biological son.

A tidal wave of complex emotions washed over her.

Madeline also scheduled a meeting with Tessa Thatcher.

Tessa wasn't just her best friend; she was also her divorce attorney.

They met in the mansion's parlor.

This was the first time Madeline officially introduced Quentin to Tessa.

Standing over six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and imposing, Quentin radiated the overwhelming aura of a true tycoon.

Tessa introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Madeline's legal counsel and her close friend. Mr. Prescott, you look at least twenty years younger than your publicly listed age."

Tessa glanced at Madeline. Madeline seemed different, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her features were exactly the same.

Yet, for a split second, Tessa felt she was looking at a stranger.

It was because Madeline looked so incredibly at ease.

The last time Tessa had visited, Madeline had technically hosted her as the lady of the house.