The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 305

Quinn tossed the financial report aside, glaring impatiently at the blubbering Julian.

"Look, the boss is here. Stop whining in my ear."

Julian swayed slightly as he turned around. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Claire, brimming with pathetic victimhood.

"Claire, you're here."

Miles stepped sideways, placing himself seamlessly between them.

Claire's brow furrowed. After a tense silence, she stepped forward. "Outside."

Miles's fingers uncurled and curled into tight fists. He forced himself not to grab her, watching as she pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway with Julian.

He didn't look away until their figures vanished around the corner.

"Dr. Zimmerman, Claire didn't reply to my messages last night. That was your doing, wasn't it?"

The moment she saw Claire walk in wearing a turtleneck, she knew exactly what had happened.

Quinn didn't mince words. "She isn't an object, and that's no way to show jealousy. Don't say I didn't warn you—keep acting like this, and sooner or later, you're going to hurt her."

A flicker of dark obsession flashed through Miles's eyes. His tone was icy and detached.

"That is none of your business."

"She is my wife. I would never hurt her."

He pushed the door open and left.

From around the corner of the fire escape, Julian's broken sobs echoed, pitiful and pathetic.

"Claire, I got the letter from OCHH's lawyers. They aren't just suing me for damages—they want criminal charges."

"I know I messed up. I wasn't thinking straight. It was Miles's nephew, Lucca! He told me if I did it, you'd come running back to me."

Julian's voice grew weaker, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He lunged forward, desperately grabbing Claire's hand.

"Your career is important, but is Miles's life worthless? Let me make this clear: compared to his safety, your future means absolutely nothing to me."

"OCHH will not drop the charges. Don't ever bother Quinn again. Any issues you have can be directed to my lawyers."

With that, Claire spun around and nearly walked right into the man standing by the door.

"What are you doing here? When did you get here?"

Miles didn't answer. Instead, he reached out, gently took her hand, and blew softly on her reddened palm, rubbing it delicately. "Does it hurt?"

He lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows over his face. His voice was barely a whisper, carrying a subtle, heartbreaking trace of grievance.

"The day he showed me the divorce papers, I only passed out in the rain. And at the West District warehouse, he probably genuinely believed you were inside... He's been your friend for so many years, Claire."

"Honey, don't feel bad. I'm fine."

Looking at his dejected state, all the lingering irritation Claire felt toward Julian melted into absolute heartbreak for her husband.