Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 479

Madeline had drifted back to sleep until the sound of conversation startled her awake.

Propping herself up in the dim light spilling through the window, she saw Quentin standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass, his back to her, a phone pressed against his ear.

She didn't make a sound, quietly pulling the blanket up and leaning against the headboard.

She heard Quentin's deep, emotionless voice, as detached as if he were discussing a stranger's affairs:

"I'm aware she's pregnant. I never touched her, and if you're still insisting I did, I have nothing to say to you."

Madeline's heart leaped into her throat. It was the Yorks calling.

Penelope really was pregnant.

She gripped the blanket so tightly her knuckles turned white.

A agonizingly long silence followed.

She noticed his grip on the phone tightening slightly, the veins popping along the back of his hand.

Madeline had no idea what Tristan was saying on the other end.

But she saw Quentin slowly turn around, his gaze meeting hers in the shadows.

His expression hadn't changed much, but a dark, indecipherable current surged in his eyes—not anger, not panic, but an absolute transparency.

A transparency that meant he had zero intentions of hiding this from her.

Once he confirmed she was listening, he reached up and tapped the speaker button.

Tristan's voice flooded the bedroom, saturated with an overwhelming, suffocating guilt.

He explained the entire artificial insemination scheme.

The bedroom went so quiet it felt as though time had stopped.

Madeline felt as though all the blood in her body froze in an instant, only to rush violently to her head the next second.

Her ears rang, and everything in front of her blurred into something surreal—like her absolute worst nightmare manifesting into reality.

Collected condoms? Frozen sperm? Artificial insemination?

The words acted like ice-cold nails, hammered one by one into her skull.

She didn't know how to react.

Rage? Disgust? Absurdity? It was a chaotic mix of all three.

She never imagined encountering something like this.

No, she never even imagined something this vile could exist in the world.

How utterly shameless could one person be?

Quentin's expression remained mostly unchanged.

He merely lowered his eyelashes slightly, as if digesting the information, or perhaps just waiting for Tristan to finish speaking.

"She must abort it," Quentin declared coldly.

Without a shred of hesitation.

Madeline was slightly taken aback.

She knew exactly how much Quentin loved children.

He wanted to have kids with her, constantly mentioning how much he desired a large family.

He thought an only child would be too lonely.

He believed he could be a good father and that raising kids alongside her would be his ultimate happiness.

He had fantasized about it countless times.

And precisely because of that, Madeline had been terrified of Penelope actually carrying his child.