She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 122

A bitter smile curved on Quinn's lips. She was physically and mentally exhausted, entirely drained of strength.

If Ethan Leigh hadn't rescued her in time... she wasn't sure if she would have had the courage to keep living after that night.

And Miles—the very executioner who had pushed her into the abyss—actually thought she was just throwing a tantrum?

Unbelievable.

A dark current flickered through her eyes, completely masking the surging hatred beneath.

Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "Miles, I don't need your charity. Let's sign the divorce papers the moment we get back. I'm not waiting another three months."

The depths of Miles's eyes froze over.

"Quinn, do you really have to bring this up when Grandma Evelyn is in poor health? If it weren't for her condition, do you think I'd stay tied to you for another three months?"

Quinn's gaze was entirely distant, treating him like a complete stranger. Her voice was ice.

"We can finalize the paperwork first. I swear I won't breathe a word of it to her."

The air pressure around the man plummeted, the tension in the room practically vibrating.

"Miles, I just want this to end as soon as possible. Go back and think about it."

The veins throbbed at Miles's temples, and his furious glare broke through his control.

"Since you refuse to show any remorse and insist on throwing a fit, fine. Do whatever you want. But if Grandma's health deteriorates because of this, I won't spare you—or your family."

Without another word, Miles yanked the door open and stormed out of the hospital room, his broad back rigid with anger.

...

That evening, Ethan brought a meal for Quinn.

The heavy silence and despair radiating from her made it seem as though her life had been reduced to ashes.

His heart ached for her, though he kept his expression perfectly gentle and refined.

He took the very words she had told him a decade ago, infused them with all his warmth, and offered them back to her.

"Quinn, life has its storms, but... there is no mountain you can't climb, and no river you can't cross."

Hearing that, Quinn's mind suddenly cleared. The phrase felt incredibly familiar.

It was true. There was no obstacle in life that couldn't be overcome.

It was a mantra she used to encourage herself all the time, and hearing it now instantly lifted her spirits.

Ethan slowly lowered his eyes, hiding the affectionate gleam in them.

Knowing she hated being a burden, he casually claimed it was just leftovers.

Quinn smiled brightly. Considering he had saved her life and was now bringing her meals, a simple 'thank you' felt incredibly inadequate.

"When we get back, I'll cook for you, too."

Hearing that she wanted to cook for him made Ethan's heart skip a beat.

"It's a deal."

He didn't politely decline; instead, a soft smile tugged at his lips.

Half an hour later, he carried the empty container downstairs and ran into Miles, who was at the hospital keeping Jade company.

"Ethan, delivering food to your friend again?"

Ethan replied coolly, "Yes."

"I'm curious. Is this friend you're so eager to cook for a man or a woman?"