She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 44

"When did I scold you? I'm just reminding you not to run to Mom over every little thing."

Miles considered their bickering to be standard petty drama; crying to their parents about it was incredibly juvenile.

He had no intention of letting Quinn cause a rift between him and his sister.

"Enough. Didn't you and Jade want to go out to Cherry Lake Park?"

At the mention of the park, Macy's mood brightened slightly. "Jade, you have to take lots of gorgeous photos of me. I'm going to post them online and make all my friends jealous."

"Of course."

Jade nodded in agreement, though a flicker of unease danced in her eyes.

Was Miles really just trying to avoid a headache by stopping Macy from complaining, or was there another reason entirely?

...

Pressed for time, Quinn hurried outside just as Miles was gallantly escorting Jade into his car.

The man who was notoriously icy to the world treated Jade with absolute reverence, smoothly shielding her head from the car door frame.

The moment he noticed Quinn, the warmth vanished from his features, instantly replaced by a glacial, unapproachable mask.

Macy let out a derisive snort. "Don't tell me she expects you to drive her to the nursing home?"

"What impeccable timing."

Jade offered a demure smile. "Miles, should we... give Quinn a ride? After all, she did make that nice soup for you last night."

Miles's face remained utterly blank. "Ignore her."

Yesterday, he had driven her out to save her brother, and what a spectacular disaster that turned out to be!

Quinn's rideshare pulled up to the intersection at that exact moment, gliding right past Miles's Rolls-Royce.

In a disastrous stroke of luck, Miles's Rolls-Royce was merging into the exact same lane. Swerving to avoid a catastrophic collision, the driver violently yanked the wheel, slamming hard into the heavy metal guardrail on the opposite side.

Quinn unbuckled her seatbelt. Thanks to the side airbags, she escaped serious injury, but her head spun with a violent, concussive dizziness.

The driver stumbled out, clutching his head in a panic. "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine."

The driver exhaled a shaky breath of profound relief. "Thank God we only hit the rail and not that luxury car. I'd have to sell my soul to pay for a scratch on that thing."

"Ma'am, it looks like this is the end of the line for me. You'll have to catch another ride."

Behind the wheel of the Rolls-Royce, Tristan eased to a stop. "Boss, that car swerved to avoid us and hit the guardrail. I'm not sure if anyone's hurt. Should I go check on them?"

Miles recognized the vehicle instantly. Realizing it was Quinn's rideshare, he reached for his door handle, only to be stopped by Macy's sneering voice.

"That woman is absolutely pathetic, doing whatever it takes just to get your attention."