Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Yes. We want to know too how could they be so brave!”
Margaret gritted her teeth, and her body shuddered with wrath. “At that time, Mrs Ellsworth was so depressed and lost so much blood that she almost died. The Ellsworth family exerted all their might to locate Mr. Quinton, but there was no news at all in the end.”
“After three months, Mrs. Ellsworth was diagnosed with depression because she missed Mr. Quinton so much.” She tried to end her life numerous times but was unsuccessful. Mr Ellsworth completely lost interest in continuing the business. It was then that the Ellsworth family began its road to downfall. Several families saw the opportunity and stole the Ellsworth family’s businesses!”
“Then I was abandoned in a small village and never met my parents anymore?”
“No. At that time, the Guajardos had a good relationship with the Ellsworths as they were the only family who didn’t take advantage of them. Mr. Guajardo utilized his contacts to locate you in an abandoned factory. But…”
Margaret shook her head slowly. “But we were late. When you were transported to the hospital, you had stopped breathing. The Ellsworth family buried you beside the mountain and river and cleaned up all your traces, and left just a quilt as a memento that you existed. Soon after, it was as if you had never existed.”
“Hahaha. Is that my destiny to never exist before?” Quinton questioned with a sad face.
He couldn’t understand why his life had been so difficult since birth.
It wasn’t always because he chose the bad path but because he was already in a dark path from the beginning.
“Did they find out who kidnapped me?” His face was flushed as he choked and questioned Margaret.
“No.”
She shook her head again. “Because there was still Miss Flossie to look after, Mr. and Mrs. Ellsworth decided to stop thinking about it, and none of us ever mentioned you anymore.”
Flossie sympathized with Quinton. She patted his shoulders and comforted him, “Brother, believe me, they might say they want to forget you, but they never once forgot you. I’ve always seen Mother holding onto the quilt and crying. I didn’t know why then, but it appeared because they missed you.”
She had always assumed that the quilt with the unique print had been used to wrap her, but she recently discovered that it was also used on Quinton.
“Of course, I’m aware that they never forgot about me. It’s just that they have no idea I’m still alive. I’ve never blamed them, I only loathe the people who took me away.”
Quinton clenched his fist, his eyes filled with rage. “I’m guessing the person who took me away, bankrupted the Ellsworth family and killed Mom and Dad is the same person.”
“How come you’d say that? Do you have any clues?” Flossie asked sharply.
“I have some, but I’m unsure… I’ll let you know when I get solid evidence.”
Quinton Ellsworth turned sullen as he once again cleverly avoided the subject.
“…”
Flossie, too, had no desire to pursue it. She did not want to put any more pressure on Quinton, as she felt that he was already under enough. Besides, no matter what, she would find a way to get to the bottom of the truth and find out what actually happened herself anyway.
She swore that the Ellsworth family would be avenged!
It ended up being a dinner that was filled with warmth and happiness for Flossie. Her heart was bursting with so much bliss and joy that she was almost moved to tears a few times.
“I have a brother now! I actually have a brother!”
What a wonderful feeling it was to find that she had a close family member again! No longer was she duckweed floating aimlessly without any roots to anchor it down.
“The Ellsworth Residence is in a sorry state right now,” she told Quinton, “but I’m determined to rebuild it, and when it’s done, you and I, along with Adie and Abby, will move into the house and live together as a family.”
Flossie raised her glass towards Quinton and excitedly ardently said, “Welcome home, brother!”
“Yes,” Quinton replied, also raising his glass, “I’m finally home. Soon, Beach City will belong to the Ellsworth family!”
By that point, tears had been streaming down Margaret’s cheeks. She wiped her tears with a tissue and said, “General Ellsworth, Mr. Ellsworth, Madam… You’re seeing this too, aren’t you? God has been watching over us. Master Quinton is still alive! Glory awaits the future of the Ellsworth family! All of you may rest in peace now…”
As the dinner was about to come to a close, Chase Cheever stood at the dining room door shuffling on his feet, looking as if he was hesitant to say something.
Quinton had long noticed the man’s presence and so asked him in a vexed tone, “What are you doing standing at the door like a clown?! What’s happening? Stop wasting time and give me the report!”
Chase entered the dining room with his head hung low. He was so nervous that his fists were balled tightly.
“Forgive me, boss. I’ve tried my best, but that impostor is too cunning. He didn’t take the bait, so I think I… I won’t be able to lure him out.”
“Useless *ss!” Quinton hurled his wine glass violently at Chase’s head, looking disgruntled. “So your eyes aren’t the only worthless part of your body. I think I should just scoop out your brain and feed it to the dogs!”
In the past, Chase Cheever had always been resolute and decisive, nothing at all like the timid and fumbling man that resembled the feeble and sensitive poet he had become. Evidently, that impostor must have been so inept that he turned a slick jackal into a lazy lapdog. What a pitiful waste of a rare talent!
Chase dropped to his knees with a loud thud in front of Quinton and once again placed himself in a perilous position right on the cusp of a deadly storm.
“It’s all my fault, Boss! I fully admit to it. You may punish me however you see fit, so long as it calms your anger!”
But Flossie merely sipped her wine nonchalantly and asked Chase in a meaningful tone, “Were you really unable to lure him out, Chase? Or were you just unwilling?”
“…”
Chase fell silent and made no effort to refute Flossie.
She was right, he could have lured the impostor out if he wanted to, but he was simply reluctant. He had developed an attachment to the impostor in the last four years, and even if he was not the real Mr. Q, his talents and capabilities were definitely real, so how could he have the heart to lure him out to die?
“This bastard is clearly a traitor! How could you still plead for me to let him go, my silly sister?”
Quinton slammed the table furiously and shouted an order to his men outside, “Get in here! Drag this turncoat out and feed him to the fish! I don’t ever want to see him again!”
“Calm down, Quinton! Why are you screaming for blood all of a sudden?”
Flossie sighed helplessly. She was completely unaccustomed to the cruel and vicious side of her brother, having only known him as a gentle and polite man. But then she thought of the arduous life he must have had to suffer through since he was a child, and the violent outburst failed to anger her. Instead, she just felt sorry for him.
In this situation, the only thing she could do as his sister was to tolerate and try to understand him. Later, at a more suitable time, she would be his “tranquilizer” and try to keep him under control.
“Actually,” she said, “I think the fact that Chase is unwilling to lure out the impostor proves the strength of his character. It shows that he isn’t just an emotionless and unthinking robot who can only follow orders. This is the type of person that we must treasure, Quinton.”
As she spoke, she walked up to Chase and assured him, “Don’t worry, Chase. I can promise you that even if we do manage to catch the impostor, we won’t take his life. All we really want from him is an explanation…”
“An explanation?” asked Chase as he stared at Flossie with a puzzled expression.
“Exactly. That man not only owes Carmine Pawnshop an explanation, but he also owes me one. I have to know who he really is and why he played with my feelings by disappearing without a trace on the day that we were supposed to get married.”
This mystery had been plaguing Flossie’s mind ever since it happened. She was convinced that it would haunt her for the rest of her life if she never got to the bottom of the matter.
“Ms. Ellsworth,” said Chase in an earnest voice, “I can’t promise you anything else, but I can confidently promise you that the impostor’s feelings for you were genuine. He was a proud man who hated everything tedious and troublesome, but he worked very hard to learn how to cook just to leave a good impression. From a man who’s never stepped into the kitchen before, he transformed into the perfect househusband just because of you. He couldn’t have possibly done it if he didn’t love you ardently!”
Chase had had the most contact with the impostor Mr. Q in the past four years. The man’s whereabouts had always been mysterious and uncertain most of the time, and he would only pass his orders down to Chase via the phone. At times, Chase only saw him once a year. Yet ever since Flossie barged into Carmine Pawnshop, he would show up every few days, almost turning the establishment into his own home.
If such a drastic change was not proof of true love, then what else would?
“Shut up, you traitor!”
Chase’s words greatly upset Quinton. He flung a teacup towards Chase and yelled, “Any man who dared to deceive my sister deserves no forgiveness! I don’t care if it was true love—the only thing that man deserves is to be fed to the fish—no, he deserves to be chopped up into pieces before being fed to the fish!”
Quinton was extremely protective of his sister. Anyone who dared to touch even a single strand of hair had to pay with their head! Initially, he merely wanted the impostor to die, but now that he learned that the bastard played with his sister’s heart, he decided that the man had to suffer a fate worse than death!
“Quinton,” Flossie began, massaging her temple and visibly exhausted. “Please stay out of this and let me handle it, okay?”