Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 238

Lauren didn’t say another word—she just headed straight upstairs.

Rosita watched her go, taking in the exaggerated sway of Lauren’s hips with open contempt.

Who’s the latest sugar daddy she’s trying to reel in now?

With a cold snort, Rosita turned and left the villa. “Zack, bring the car around. We’re going to the station.”

…

Upstairs in her room, Lauren opened her contacts and hit redial.

The call was picked up almost immediately. “Mrs. Lockwood.”

“Mr. Prescott, sorry—I’d just put my phone in my purse and didn’t see your call.”

“No trouble,” Gavin replied, his voice calm and low. “The table’s reserved. Should I send a driver for you, or...?”

“Just text me the suite number. I’ll get there myself.”

“Of course.”

He hung up, and a moment later, Gavin sent the address through.

Lauren read the message, a sly smile curling at her lips. She turned and disappeared into her walk-in closet.

—

Police Station.

Rosita had requested to see her brother as family.

In the visitation room, she and Quentin sat across from each other at a bare table.

“Quentin…” The moment Rosita spoke, her eyes filled with tears. “What’s going on? How did this happen?”

Quentin stared at her, his brown eyes reflecting the fragile innocence on her face.

“Rosita, you shouldn’t have come here.”

“But I was worried about you.” She sniffled, struggling to hold back sobs. “Everyone’s saying you’re the one who hurt Dr. Joyner, but I don’t believe it. You could never do something like that, right? It wasn’t you, was it?”

Quentin didn’t answer.

Rosita watched him desperately, her tears spilling over. “Quentin, no matter what anyone else says, you’ll always be the one I trust most in this world. Even if everyone turns against you, I’ll always be on your side.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, pain flickering in his gaze. “Rosita, you shouldn’t care so much about me…”

“I do.” She blinked, her lashes trembling, her voice turning gentle and soft. “You saved me when I was seventeen, do you remember? I owe my life to you.”

Quentin looked at her, frozen in place.

“Irwin’s always saying what a wonderful uncle you are, how you took care of Mom. He says when he grows up, he wants to be just like you and protect us, too.”

She kept her eyes on him, her tone barely above a whisper. “Irwin will grow up strong, Stewart will take care of us, and you don’t have to worry about us anymore.”

Quentin’s expression flickered.

“You mean…?” He started to ask, as if he’d guessed something but wasn’t sure.

“I know I’ll never meet anyone who treats me the way you have.” Rosita cut him off gently. “But that seventeen-year-old girl you saved? She’s all grown up now. She’s happy. Before long, she’ll be Stewart’s bride, and she’ll have the life you always wanted for her.”