His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Do You Still Love Him?

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Anya’s expression soured as she scrambled for a retort, but Elian cut her off with a curt, “Take care of Theo.”

Then he was gone.

He was still going after Liana.

Anya slowly turned her gaze back to Theo.

Elian’s humiliating words burned in her ears. Furious, she clenched her fists, staring at the little boy.

Theo shivered in fear but didn’t dare make a sound.

“It’s all because of you,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

Theo grew even more terrified, but he had already learned the bitter lesson of staying quiet.

“Why don’t you just die?” Anya suddenly erupted, lurching to her feet and shouting the cruel words right into his face.

“Wah! Daddy!” Theo finally broke, bursting into terrified sobs.

By the time a nurse rushed in at the sound of the commotion, all she saw was Anya cradling Theo, gently rocking him, and cooing.

Anya shot the nurse an accusatory glare. “How are you even treating my son? Why is he still crying in pain?”

Liana walked out, unfastening the heavy diamond necklace at her throat as she went.

These dazzling pieces didn’t belong to her. They never had.

She removed the jewelry as she stepped out of the elevator.

The wind in late November was fierce and biting.

It had been a bright day-soft breeze, easy clouds.

By midnight, it felt like the storm was about to break.

Her high heels clicked lightly on the pavement as she approached the hospital entrance. A white Audi was parked by the curb.

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It was Quentin.

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She’d never seen him smoke before. He was leaning against the car, lost in thought, until the wind caught the hem of her dress.

He remembered how that same silk had fluttered against Elian’s trousers not long ago. But

now…

His gaze traveled up slowly. Seeing her clearly, he offered a small, weary smile.

She was alone again.

She walked toward him. “What are you doing here?”

He gave a shallow smile but didn’t answer, simply extinguishing his cigarette with a quick twist.

He didn’t have a habit; it was a rare indulgence.

Turning, he opened the passenger door for her. “Let me give you a ride home.”

It was nearly midnight, the streets holding too many uncertainties. Liana didn’t refuse. But as she moved to get in, a voice called out.

“Liana.”

It was Elian. He had run out, standing in the hospital doorway, watching her with a stormy expression from a distance.

Liana looked at him across the car’s roof. A turbulent surge of emotions-a wave of conflicting feelings-rose and receded in her chest. Then, only cool detachment remained in her voice. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She got into Quentin’s car.

Elian didn’t try to follow, but he immediately dialed her number.

He wanted her to get out of Quentin’s car, now.

But her phone was back at the Locke Manor.

In the panic of Theo’s sudden collapse, she had followed Elian to the hospital without a second thought.

Now, reflecting on it, she realized her presence was unnecessary. Theo had Anya as his “Mommy” now. That was enough.

Quentin stayed quiet, focusing on the road, a steady, reliable presence behind the wheel.

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When she had asked why he was there, he honestly didn’t know.

He had watched the chaotic scene unfold at the manor, seen Liana get into Elian’s car, and found himself driving after them almost unconsciously, stopping when they reached Locke Medical Center.

He had cigarettes in the car but rarely smoked. Tonight was the first time in ages.

Seeing the glittering necklace and bracelet clenched tightly in Liana’s fist, he fell into deeper silence.

When they finally pulled up outside her apartment building, he parked and turned to look at her.

His voice was low, almost bleak, but he joked, “Who would have thought we had an heiress in our midst?”

Liana offered a faint, bitter smile.

An heiress? What kind of heiress am I?

She didn’t crave the identity Lawrence offered. For twenty-seven years, she had been Jane’s daughter. She was used to it, and it was more than enough.

“Go on up. Take a hot shower and get some rest,” Quentin suggested, seeing her low spirits.

“Okay.” Liana nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Liana.”

He called her name just as she reached for the door handle.

She turned reflexively. “Yes?”

“Happy birthday,” he said again.

“Thank you. And thank you for the ride home.”

Expressing her gratitude, she pushed the door open and

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