Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 464

Around him, you're reduced to just a little housewife. That shouldn't be your life. With your brilliance, you'll eventually shine so brightly you'd eclipse him entirely. You aren't meant to be Quentin's accessory. You're the main character of your own life."

"And go where?" Madeline asked with a bitter smile.

"Anywhere you want," Silas urged. "Go study abroad, build a career overseas, do whatever your heart desires. Don't forget, I will always support and help you. If you want, I can—"

He didn't get to finish. A voice as cold as absolute zero drifted from the garden entrance.

"She isn't going anywhere."

Quentin stepped out from behind the camellia bushes, the moonlight casting harsh shadows across his face.

His expression was crystal clear—a terrifying, barely leashed fury.

He closed the distance in long, predatory strides, grabbed Madeline's hand, and pulled her off the bench, tucking her firmly behind his back.

Silas's jacket slipped from her shoulders and fell to the dirt.

Quentin stared at the discarded coat, then shifted his glacial gaze to Silas. "I already warned you. Stop harassing her."

Silas wondered how Quentin had found them so quickly.

He stood up at an unhurried pace, calmly bent down to retrieve his jacket, and brushed the grass off the fabric.

His tone remained relentlessly mild. "I just saw her crying alone and came to comfort her.

Quentin, if you can't keep her happy, you shouldn't stop others from caring about her."

"Caring?" Quentin scoffed. "We both know exactly what your intentions are."

"My conscience is clear," Silas smiled thinly. "As for you... you get another woman pregnant and still have the nerve to stand here and claim ownership?"

"I'll say this one last time. That child is not mine."

Quentin's voice was a low, rumbling thunder vibrating straight from his chest.