Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 493

Quentin Prescott opened the car door and slid into Madeline's vehicle.

It was just the two of them inside.

The bodyguards were stationed in the other cars flanking them.

Quentin held a thermos in his hand.

He handed it to Madeline. "You've been a little weak lately, and you've been having nightmares. I made this broth especially for you. It's packed with nutrients to help restore your strength and vitality."

Madeline smiled faintly.

She took the thermos.

But a bittersweet ache tugged at her heart.

She said softly, "We're getting a divorce tomorrow. Stop being so good to me."

Her tone carried a hint of sorrow.

Ever since their remarriage, especially after she regained her memories, things had been different.

All the barriers between them had vanished.

Quentin was the man who treated her better than anyone else in the world.

Though he could be fiercely possessive and easily jealous, his devotion to her was absolute, unchanging since they were young.

Quentin poured the soup into a small bowl and scooped up a spoonful.

He brought it to her lips to feed her.

As he did, he spoke.

"Penelope York pulling all these stunts... I bear some responsibility for that too. If I had just been a little more careful... You're hurting right now because of me. Doing these trivial little things for you is the least I can do."

Madeline parted her lips and took a sip.

The broth was incredibly rich and flavorful.

It was chicken soup, simmered with ginseng and angelica root—ingredients meant to nourish the blood and build up her energy.

He had put his heart into making it.

After he fed her a few more spoonfuls, Madeline reached for the bowl. "I can do it myself."

Quentin didn't hand it over. "Just open your mouth. I'll feed you."

A lump formed in Madeline's throat. "Did you prepare the divorce agreement?"

Quentin didn't want to hear about it, his brows instantly knitting together.

Even though he had promised to fully cooperate with her.

Madeline had previously said they could back out within thirty days, meaning it wouldn't be a real divorce.

But now, she insisted on going through with an actual divorce, with the plan to remarry later.

Though he knew it was a necessary move, he truly hated the idea of going along with it.

Seeing his reluctance, Madeline lowered her voice. "Why don't I have Tessa draft one..."

Madeline had already made up her mind. Other than The Monroe-Prescott Estate he had gifted her, she didn't want a single thing.

She wouldn't touch a dime of their marital assets.