Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 458

His sister had likely never intended to announce it like this.

That alone convinced Tristan the pregnancy wasn't faked.

Something had definitely happened.

"Quentin Prescott!" He practically crushed his teeth together as he spat the name. "Where is he?"

Without waiting for an answer, he marched over to his sister. "Penny, get to the car right now. Don't go anywhere else. We are dragging our parents into this, and we're getting to the absolute bottom of it face to face."

He dragged Penelope by the arm, gesturing for the nearby security detail to hustle her out safely. After all, the court of public opinion was heavily stacked against her right now. Before storming out, he shot one last glance over his shoulder at Madeline.

The look was laced with profound apology—yet buried beneath the complex swarm of emotions was something far more cryptic and unsettling.

Stumbling as Tristan hauled her away, Penelope deliberately dug her heels in for a fleeting second right as she passed Madeline.

She leaned intimately into Madeline's ear. Her voice was as light as a feather, yet dripped with a bone-chilling, venomous malice.

"Do you honestly think he loves you?" Penelope purred. "A man like him could never belong to just one woman."

And with that, Tristan yanked her away. The sharp, chaotic clattering of her heels against the marble floor echoed down the hall.

Madeline was left standing alone in the massive dining hall.

She remained frozen in place, her knuckles entirely white as she maintained a death grip on her empty glass.

The freezing condensation of the glass seeped into her palm, chilling her skin, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating wave of despair paralyzing her chest.

The distant, rhythmic crash of ocean waves violently thrashing against the coastal rocks bled through the windows, sounding horrifically like a heart shattering into jagged pieces.

Meanwhile, back in the billiards room, Quentin suddenly stood upright. His eyes entirely abandoned the pool table, piercing through the floor-to-ceiling windows and staring out into the dark estate.

His gaze locked directly onto the distant glow of the dining hall.

He collapsed his pool cue, his intense stare burning through the inky night toward the warm, amber lights of the distant building.

Madeline had been gone for ten whole minutes.