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The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2371--Selena stood there indifferently. Her eyes were cold and detached.

"In the past, when I reported you to the police because you beat me, didn't you brush it off by saying we're a married couple? What? Are you unwilling to change roles this time?"

Selena spoke sarcastically and indifferently.

The abuse she endured in the past was vivid in her mind.

She went to the police for help and hired a lawyer. However, they only told her that it was a family conflict, so they should talk about it and resolve it themselves.

In the end, Derek dismissed everyone by saying it was a family matter.

Now that he was the victim this time, he wanted to extort her.

Derek raised his eyebrows and accused her. His face was distorted from anger.

"You deserve the beating! I didn't beat you to death anyway! Shouldn't you be thanking me for keeping you alive?"

Seeing that the situation was about to go out of control, Steven quickly interrupted them.

"You're legally married, so Ms. Nelson is not obligated to pay so much compensation. Even if you make a big fuss, the most she would have to give is $10,000 for mental trauma. Mediation is the priority. After all, you're husband and wife, so you'll still have to get along in the future..."

"Bullsh*t!"

Derek smashed a cup.

"To hell with mediation! I want a divorce! Whoever wants this stupid b*tch can have her! I don't want her anymore! Ever since this b*tch got married to me, I keep having bad luck! I want a divorce, and I'll make her pay!"

Derek could not hold back his emotions and cursed hysterically.

Steven's eyes flickered. He glanced at Selena.

"Ms. Nelson, do you agree to the divorce? You may not get any benefits in the event of a divorce.”

Selena glanced at Derek lightly and pursed her lips.

"I disagree."

She raised her chin slightly and looked arrogant.

"I don't want a divorce, and I want all of our joint property."

After that, she lifted her foot and walked toward the door.

Derek was furious.

"You must agree to the divorce! How dare you set your eyes on my property?! B*tch, don't even think about getting a penny from me!"

Selena listened to what he said and felt that Derek finally said something she liked to hear.

However, she did not show her surprise.

The lawyer said that it was a good opportunity for divorce. If she missed this chance, she would have to pay far more than $30 million if she wanted to get a divorce later.

Thus, she readily agreed even though she might not get a penny from Derek.

Even if she had to get into debt, she wanted to be free of this filthy marriage.

She pushed the door open and went out.

The Nelson family had already left.

Flora stood there talking to an influencer with a great figure and a pretty face.

The influencer's belly was protruding slightly. It looked as if she was several months pregnant.

The influencer held her waist and was too lazy to move.

Flora carefully supported the influencer as if she was holding a treasure.

"Come, sit here. If Derek knows that you’re here, he must be very happy. Has my grandson been obedient recently?"

The influencer smiled. "The baby is always kicking me!"

When Flora heard this, she became even happier.

"It must be a boy!"

Selena's high heels clicked on the ground.

Flora’s laughter stopped abruptly.

The influencer next to Flora suppressed her smile and raised her eyebrows.

"Is this Ms. Nelson?"

Flora glanced at Selena with disdain and snorted coldly.

"She's a hen that can't lay eggs. How can she compare to you? If you give birth to this child, everything will be yours in the future."

The influencer glanced at Selena cautiously, sighed, and stroked her belly. She felt a little regretful.

"Speaking of which, my child will still have to call Ms.

Nelson 'mom' when he's born."

Selena glanced at her calmly and smiled.

"No one knows if it'll be born yet, and I have no interest in raising someone else's child."

Flora’s face darkened.

"Who are you cursing? This is my grandson, b*tch! You'd better watch what you say. Otherwise, I’ll get my son to divorce you!"

The influencer's eyes lit up.

Selena smiled and said, "I'm wishing for it."

After she finished speaking, she went straight to the elevator.

Flora stood there angrily, gritting her teeth while watching Selena's back.

Another ten minutes passed before Steven came out of Derek's ward.

Steven looked at Flora and the pregnant influencer and nodded politely without showing any disdain.

However, when he turned his back to them, he looked utterly disgusted.

After getting into the car, Steven calmed down for a while before he spoke to Selena.

"It's been negotiated. You’ll get the divorce certificate after a cooling-off period of one month, and you won't be able to get any of his property. You'll also have to pay him $30 million in compensation for mental trauma, but you can pay him in installments."

Eric was not short of money, but he did not want Derek to know that he was backing Selena.

Otherwise, Derek would ask for more than $30 million.

Selena frowned and said in an indifferent tone, "He cheated and even has an illegitimate child."

Steven nodded. "I know."

'Then..."

"It’s a fact that he cheated, but that influencer’s child may not necessarily be his."

Selena fell silent for a while. She glanced at Steven with a complicated gaze.

"You even managed to check this?"

"Of course. If I can't even do this, how can I work for Mr. Ferguson?"

Steven charged an exorbitant lawyer's fee, so he naturally had to provide the best services.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry. I've reassured Derek to handle the divorce first. This case will be discussed after the divorce."

"After the divorce, he can claim compensation openly, right?”

Selena lowered her eyes.

She was unreconciled because she did nothing wrong, yet she had to pay $30 million for a failed marriage.

Steven glanced at Selena. At this time, her exquisite facial features looked fragile, which made him a little distressed and speechless.

However, Steven was not easily fascinated by beauty, let alone Eric's woman.

"Don't worry. I promise that you don’t have to pay a penny."

As Steven spoke, he started the car.

Selena looked at him puzzled.

"I still owe Mr. Ferguson money and will have to pay Derek the compensation. Isn't it the same?"

Steven smiled. "Mr. Ferguson isn't a fool to be taken advantage of. He won’t pay the compensation."

This statement made Selena even more confused.

After sending her back to the bar, Steven drove back.

There were few customers during the day.

Selena sat in a booth at the bar and held her phone.

Steven's attitude gave her a sense of security.

All of this was thanks to Eric.

Selena found Eric's number and wanted to call to thank him. However, she also knew that he would not answer her call, so she sent a text message instead.

[Thank you, Mr. Ferguson.]

[I saw Nicole and her husband in the hospital today. They looked very affectionate together.]

She sent him two text messages.

Selena felt much better afterward.

Eric liked Nicole, right?

Then he must really want to know more about Nicole.

Selena could tell him what Nicole was doing. This would ease Eric's longing.

She could only do so much because she did not want to destroy the relationship between Nicole and her husband.

As a result, her messages were like rocks that sunk into the sea.

There was no reply from Eric.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2372--Selena thought that her messages were probably in the trash.

Eric was in a meeting when his phone beeped twice.

He was originally in a good mood because the performance of all departments exceeded expectations.

However, when he saw the text messages that Selena sent, he became infuriated.

[Thank you, Mr. Ferguson.]

He thought, 'Is this Selena's number? Heh. Did she send me the last message to mock me? She's repaying my kindness with vengeance?'

Eric put down his phone with a gloomy face.

The temperature in the conference room dropped several degrees.

Eric's mood changed so quickly that his subordinates started to tremble and did not know what to say.

In the afternoon, Nicole and Clayton took Julie to see the male model at the set.

Julie was so excited that she immediately changed her clothes and left Kai, who was still dying on the hospital bed.

Clayton thoughtfully hired a caregiver and asked her to take good care of his brother-in-law.

The caregiver thought that Clayton was the best brother-in-law one could ever have.

Kai had no choice but to swallow his grievances.

Kai was itching with anger, but he could not do anything.

However, Kai finally understood that no other man besides Clayton would be able to get close to Nicole.

Clayton seemed gentle and generous, but he was actually so petty and must get his revenge.

Kai felt bad for his sister and himself.

He also resented his heartless wife, Julie.

After a while, Nicole and Clayton sent Julie back to the hospital.

Julie waved her hand and watched the couple leave.

At night, Selena sat at the bar and mixed a glass of cocktail. She learned it by herself. When she tasted it, it was bitter and spicy, but the aftertaste was rich and sweet.

As soon as she swallowed it, she saw a man and a woman walking in one after another. Her eyes widened immediately.

When the scar-faced man glanced over, Selena instantly lowered her head and added ice cubes to her glass.

Soon, the couple went upstairs to a private room, led by a waiter.

Selena's heart instantly tightened.

She still remembered Eric's violent reaction to this incident.

Did he not confront his mother yet?

Right... It was just awkward to confront one's mother about such a scandal no matter how one put it.

After some thought, Selena called Eric.

Eric rejected her call.

She called him again, but he rejected it again.

Thus, Selena sent him a text message.

[They're here again.]

In less than a second, Eric called back.

Selena picked it up.

Eric’s voice was deep and cold with forbearance.

"Is it the same guy?"

'Yeah."

"Alright."

Eric hung up the phone.

Selena had a feeling that the man on the phone was not as calm as he sounded.

She wrote down the private room number and felt uneasy.

This was her repayment to Eric.

She also knew that the surveillance footage in the bar would be deleted again.

Less than fifteen minutes passed before Eric came.

As soon as he came in, he attracted the eyes of many people.

Eric was handsome, noble, tall, and strong. He was wearing black trousers and a smoky-gray shirt. It was clear that he was not here to have fun.

He swept his gaze around coldly and settled on Selena.

Selena was wearing a smoky-gray dress that reached below the knees. It was not revealing as only her fair shoulders were exposed.

In this bar, Selena was dressed decently compared to the other women who wore skimpy dresses on the dance floor.

Selena gave off a familiar and comfortable vibe as she stood there.

Eric walked over and suppressed the sternness on his face.

Selena put down the wine glass in her hand and walked over.

"Where are they?"

"Upstairs. The second room on the right."

Selena spoke in a low voice.

Eric lifted his foot and walked up the stairs.

Selena hesitated whether to follow. After all, this was the Ferguson family's private matter.

The more she knew, the worse it was for her.

However, this was also her bar. She could not shirk responsibility if something happens.

After thinking about it, Selena followed him.

The waiter wanted to greet them, but Selena made a "shush" gesture.

"Go downstairs first, and don't come up until I tell you to."

The waiter nodded and said nothing.

Eric walked to the door of the private room. He slowed down his pace. His side profile was cold and resolute. His emotions were hidden in his eyes, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

However, the cold vibe he exuded made people shudder.

Selena was surprised that Eric did not go in.

She walked closer and heard moans coming from inside the room. Fully understanding what was going on inside, Selena blushed.

Eric's eyes were dark. His throat moved slightly. His face was inexplicably glum, and his whole body was shrouded with gloom.

He bowed his head with a stern and cold face.

Just when Selena thought Eric was going to explode in anger, Eric turned around and walked downstairs.

Selena hurriedly followed him.

At this time, going in would make everyone more embarrassed, especially since that was his mother.

What was the point of him going inside at this time?

Could Eric stand on the moral high ground and criticize his mother by uncovering her scandal?

He would only be ridiculed even more.

In a wealthy family, everyone prospered or lost together.

Quinn was really going all out. She would rather have an affair with a strange man than care about the Ferguson family's reputation.

Eric looked anxious and lonely.

He was proud and flashy, which attracted countless people to pursue and praise him.

In fact, Eric was not that happy up close.

Eric was sitting in an empty booth in the dark, like a beast lurking in the dark ready to devour everything at any time.

However, Selena could feel his depression, loneliness, and helplessness at this moment.

Someone as vigorous and resolute as Eric suddenly did not know what to do in the face of his mother's scandal.

Selena turned around to get a bottle of wine, intending to give it to him.

When she turned back, she saw a slim and beautiful girl sitting next to Eric.

Selena shook her head and sighed.

She instantly felt sorry for that girl. Of all times, that girl picked the worst time. She was just courting death by approaching Eric.

Sure enough, a second later, the girl brought a glass of wine to Eric’s lips and looked at him with a coquettish smile to hint at him.

As a result, Eric took it over and poured the entire glass of wine on the girl's head.

In the end, the girl screamed and fled in embarrassment.

The man laughed wildly and mockingly.

Seeing Selena's complicated gaze, Eric stiffened.

Selena took the wine over and put it in front of him.

For a while, the hustle and bustle around them could not dissipate the awkwardness at this moment.

Eric drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

His throat moved slightly, and his eyes were red.

He looked cold and determined.

Selena pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I got someone to turn off the surveillance cameras inside."

Eric remained indifferent and quiet.

There was a dead silence.

Eric could gain leverage over this if it happened once.

But what if it happened repeatedly?

This probably would not be the last time either.

Eric felt that he was so close to snapping.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2373--Upstairs, Quinn’s gaze was dazed after an intimate session with the scarfaced man. Her complexion was ruddy and glowing as she flung herself into the man's arms. Her voice was also more charming.

"You didn't do what you promised me."

The man was smoking, and he chortled when he heard this.

"The people around Nicole Stanton are so powerful that I couldn't find a chance to do it. I got someone to follow her once, but that guy was caught, beaten up, and arrested."

Quinn immediately sobered up and calmly began to put on her clothes.

The man looked at her upset face and grabbed her hand.

"If it doesn’t work this time, we can try again next time."

Quinn shook him off. "How do you plan to do it?"

"I can't get close to her, but you can!"

The man looked at her and smiled sinisterly.

The smoke that came out of his mouth spilled on her face.

Quinn was slightly taken aback.

"Don't worry. As long as you listen to me, it can happen without anyone noticing."

The man comforted her and said with a smile.

Quinn nodded without hesitation.

The two cuddled for a while before they went out one after the other.

Selena's body stiffened when she saw those two people. She quickly lowered her head and said to Eric, 'They're out."

Eric did not raise his eyes as he was deliberately minimizing his presence.

He was already in a place that was not easily seen.

Thus, those two people could not see him.

Eric seemed unmoved.

He just pinched the stem of his wine glass slightly.

After the two people went out, there was a sudden gust of wind.

Before Quinn had time to say goodbye to the man, she saw more than a dozen bodyguards surrounding her.

Their expressions changed slightly.

The scar-faced man was tense for a moment. Seeing that the situation was awry, he turned around and wanted to run into the bar again so that he could take advantage of the chaos to escape.

As a result, there were already people waiting behind him.

He was hit in the head.

The scar-faced man widened his eyes and fell to the ground in an instant.

Quinn's face turned pale with fright as she saw the man, who was with her just now, collapse to the ground as if he was dead.

She looked at the dozen or so bodyguards in black in front of her and trembled all over.

"Who are you? Who sent you here? Do you know who I am? I'm Mrs. Ferguson! Did that b*tch Nicole send you here?"

Quinn revealed her identity indiscriminately and even expressed her doubts.

One of the bodyguards tied her hands, gagged her, and stuffed her into the car.

All of this took less than a minute.

The scar-faced man was stuffed into a car at the back by the rest of the bodyguards.

The night was quiet and lonely.

As the cold wind blew, some of the leaves from the trees fell off and spun to the ground.

The bar was still noisy and lively.

They were two completely different worlds.

Eric, who was in the booth, drank several glasses of wine without saying a word.

Not long after, his phone rang.

He picked it up.

The other party said something, then Eric hung up the phone and stood up.

Selena also stood up.

She wanted to say something, but she did not know what she could say.

After all, this kind of thing was not something that a word of comfort could solve.

Eric glanced at her with his dark and deep eyes.

'Thanks.”

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked out.

Selena pursed her lips. "I should be thanking you."

However, Eric might not have heard these words because he had already walked away.

It did not matter.

Anyway, Selena owed him a lot of favors.

The cold wind was raging outside.

After Eric got into the car, someone handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"It's been a long time since you asked me to help you. This isn't a difficult task either."

After Eric wiped his hands, he threw the handkerchief into the trash basket in front of him.

"It's not difficult. It's just troublesome."

'Then why did you..."

"I just don't want others to know."

That included his confidant, Mitchell.

The person in front nodded and laughed in the dark.

"Be more open-minded. You asked me to contact Clayton. He's smarter than you think and has done everything before I got to it. He wants me to convey his gratitude for your concern."

Eric’s eyes were dark and complicated with a bit of gloom.

"You caught him?"

"He's incapacitated now, just as you requested. He won't be able to touch women in the future. Not to mention, I also kept some souvenirs of his legs."

Eric’s calm and unwavering eyes moved slightly.

"Souvenir?"

"Well, it’s just an old rule of mine. Don't worry. I didn't kill him or anything. My people know what to do."

His voice was nonchalant as he said that he was law-abiding. However, there was a frightening chill in his tone.

"Here, I’ll give you one. I cracked open his knees!"

The man spoke casually as he threw a cleaned bone that was still warm to Eric.

Eric clenched his jaw and looked solemn.

He dodged the bone, which fell to his feet.

Then, he took a handkerchief to wrap the bone up.

'Thanks."

His voice was hoarse and rough. His emotions were indistinct.

Eric took out a check and handed it over.

'Thanks for your hard work. You can take him away. Don't let him appear in Atlanta again."

The other party chuckled. "Why are you so courteous with me?"

Eric insisted. "Just take it."

The other party accepted the check without refusing too much.

"You can rest assured. He'll never appear in Atlanta again."

Eric nodded. Then, the man pushed the door open and got out of the car.

Eric sat alone in the car and kept silent for a long time before he threw the handkerchief and the bone aside.

Afterward, Eric started the car engine and drove into the night.

Quinn was in another car, but she did not know where she was.

She panicked.

After driving for a while, the driver slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly.

Quinn was dragged out of the car by her arms. The bodyguards walked her to the house, pushed the door open, and threw her to the ground.

Her face distorted in pain. Her eyes were covered, so she could not see anything.

She lay trembling on the ground, and she did not dare to breathe.

The surroundings were quiet, so Quinn thought that this was a safe place because the smell was familiar to her.

Quinn already had doubts in her heart.

She started yelling.

After some time, she lay on the ground and fell asleep in a daze due to shock and fear.

When she heard the roar of a car engine outside, Quinn woke up instantly.

Soon, steady footsteps approached her.

Quinn's complexion changed slightly. Her voice was sharp as she said," Eric, is that you?!"

She already had the answer in her heart.

The smell of this home was her favorite lily scent.

After Old Master Ferguson died, this house was deserted.

The villa that Eric currently lived in was a new house that he bought. The layout was grander and more spacious than the old villa.

However, this was still the original Ferguson Villa.

Now, they were back here again.

Eric knelt down silently and untied the rope from her hand.

After she was untied, Quinn could not wait to take off her blindfold.

Sure enough, it was Eric, her amazing son.

Quinn's face was pale. She got up from the ground and ignored her wretched appearance. Then pointed at him and yelled, "Are you crazy?! I'm your mother! Don't you have any respect for me?!"

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2374 --Quinn scolded Eric hysterically. Her hands were shaking because she wanted to hide her guilty conscience. She also did not want to endure the resentment and grievances that accumulated for many years.

There was hatred in her eyes as she looked at him. Her face was distorted from anger.

'You got your bodyguards to tie me up? What about him?"

She was scared.

Eric must know everything since he was waiting for them at the entrance of the bar.

"How did you know?”

Eric stared at her silently. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, but he did not want others to see his fragility.

It would be too easy for his defenses to break down.

Eric tightly clutched the bone that had lost its temperature.

He flashed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile as he threw it at her body.

His voice was gruff as he said, "He's right here."

Quinn saw the man's bone clearly and was startled. Her face turned pale instantly.

She screamed and fell to the ground, looking at her son in horror.

'You..."

Eric’s eyes were calm, like the surface of the sea. There were no fluctuations on the surface because he was suppressing the turbulent

currents inside.

He looked at her with ridicule and a dangerous and cold smile appeared on his face. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Mom, look at what you did. Do you deserve anyone's respect? You still care about him? He’s dead, so do you want to avenge him?"

Quinn was trembling and felt cold all over.

The fear in her heart spread to her limbs and bones. She felt like a poisonous snake was choking her to death.

'You b*stard! I’m your mother! How could you do this to me?"

Quinn cried out with all her strength. She stretched out her hand to hit Eric on the face and body. Then, she unwillingly picked up the bone next to her and threw it at him.

Eric’s handsome face was wounded. There was blood on his forehead, but he did not seem to feel it or care.

He let the blood flow as he sneered and pursed his lips.

"How could you do this to me? I didn’t blame you for leaving me to fend for myself abroad. I didn't blame you for being partial to Ingrid. I didn't blame you when you bullied Nicole and ruined our marriage. You made so many mistakes with Ingrid when you two were abroad. Ingrid became pregnant and trusted the wrong man because of you, but I didn't blame you for all of this..."

Eric chuckled, stood up slowly, and suddenly swept the vase next to him to the ground.

The sound of the glass shattering was piercing and sharp in this empty villa.

It seemed like it was magnified countless times.

"Why do you have to be so restless? Why do you have to turn everyone's lives upside down to be at ease? This time, what did you want to do to Nicole by colluding with that man? Nicole and I are already divorced.

Aren't you satisfied? What else do you want me to do before you can be happy and stop all your nonsense? Am I not miserable enough?"

Eric looked at her in a daze as tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Quinn hesitated to speak. She suddenly burst into tears.

"But you can’t forget that woman! If it wasn't for Nicole, I wouldn’t end up like this! You wouldn't have vented out all your grievances on your sister either! Shouldn't I hate her? Shouldn't I hate you?"

Quinn cried hysterically as if she was pouring out the grievances in her heart.

Now that they had a complete fallout, they no longer had to worry about their mother-and-son relationship.

Feelings were something that did not matter in the upper society.

Eric took a step forward. He was shrouded by gloom and gave off an intimidating and oppressive vibe.

It made Quinn subconsciously take a step back.

Quinn looked at him with disbelief.

Eric was sinister, cold, and out of control.

He looked completely different from the noble and calm person that he usually was.

"Is it wrong that I can't forget her? Is it her fault that I like her? It's all my fault, so you can come after me! If you hate her, you can come to me!

She's married, so can't you just let her live a peaceful life?"

Eric's voice was restrained and hoarse as he shouted at her with all his strength.

Eric received elite education since he was a child, and he was always in control of his mind.

This was the first time he lost his mind.

Did he not respect his mother?

Did he not value his family enough?

The first time when they were in Southeast Asia, he had to choose between his family business and Nicole, so he chose his family business.

The second time when they were in a foreign country, he had to choose between Nicole and Quinn, so he gave up on Nicole.

What else did they want him to do?

Would they finally be satisfied if they turned him into an emotionless robot?

The corners of Quinn’s lips trembled. She shook her head, and her eyes were red with tears.

"She was the one who seduced you and refused to let you go! I'm just unreconciled! That woman is a scourge! She ruined us!"

Eric paused. His gaze was puzzled, detached, and indifferent.

"No one ruined us. You ruined yourself. Do you want to watch my life turn into dust before you're happy?”

Quinn covered her mouth and squatted down slowly. Her tears were streaming down her fingers.

She knew she was wrong, but she already made a mistake.

Seeing her like this, Eric fell silent and looked away.

His eyes were full of disappointment.

"Or do you think that you can have a do-over by giving birth to another child?"

Quinn froze. Her shoulders shook violently. Her face was pale from embarrassment and shock.

'You... How do you know?”

That conversation only happened in the bar’s private room.

The scar-faced man said it.

Eric sneered. "Mom, if you're dissatisfied with your life here, I'll send you to my dad, and you two can live together."

Quinn lost her cool again. She pushed him in panic and anger.

"Are you really my son? So what if I cheated? Your dad has been cheating for many years with countless women! I was the one who's been

pretending to be deaf and blind. What, are you saying I’m just a vase? Am I not useless enough? If you want to criticize me for this now, why don’t you criticize your father?"

Quinn just did not want to meet Charles Ferguson again, so she brought up his cheating.

The two of them lived separately in peace for so many years. If they lived together again, they would have a shortened lifespan.

Eric chuckled, wiped his face, and took a step back.

'You're the one who was willing to sacrifice your whole life for the title of being Mrs. Ferguson refused to divorce him, Mom. Even if you want to cheat, please get a hotel that doesn't have any surveillance cameras. Don't let people come to me again and use you to threaten me. I won't deal with such a thing a second time.”

His words were cold as ice, making Quinn shiver.

As soon as Quinn heard the words "surveillance cameras", she went completely limp as if her bones melted. She could not even stand still.

No wonder Eric found out...

Eric saw the surveillance footage, so he knew about her ridiculous ambition to give birth to another son in hopes of replacing him.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2375--Quinn covered her face with her hands as tears fell uncontrollably.

Eric was long gone.

He left his mother behind.

Eric resented her so much now probably because he must have had expectations for Quinn to be a good mother.

However, she did not live up to his expectations.

Back then, Quinn could have divorced Charles and left the toxic Ferguson family with her children, but she did not.

She did not have the ability to survive independently, and she did not want to lose the glory brought by the Ferguson family.

Thus, Charles was the one who left.

For so many years, Quinn was restrained by Old Master Ferguson. Once the old man died, Eric was the one who restrained her.

Quinn tried to fight back, but she could not.

Eric was more ruthless than Old Master Ferguson.

It was as if he was not her son.

Her adultery was exposed by her son, which made her feel ashamed.

That man's bone was still on the ground.

Quinn felt sick and wanted to vomit. She could not take a second look at it.

She had cried enough, so she stumbled to her feet and walked upstairs.

It was self-evident why Eric brought her here.

Eric would not let her anywhere near his life again.

Quinn can use her identity as Mrs. Ferguson and fend for herself in this old Ferguson Villa.

Although no one lived in this villa for a long time, it was cleaned regularly.

It still looked familiar like the way it was when Quinn lived here for the past decades.

Eric returned to the car and calmed down after a while before he started the car and left.

He could not hide this matter from his father.

Thus, he told Charles about it after he went home.

Although Charles was disabled, his brain was still very active. Even when Charles fooled around, he would ensure that his philandering would not affect the interests of the Ferguson family.

Charles chuckled in a hoarse voice.

"How about this? If you think she's troublesome, send her to me. I’ll watch her for you. Sleeping with another man isn't a big deal, but it's not good if word gets out as it'll affect the company's image. Ingrid is much more obedient here. She got a boyfriend, and they go on dates every day..."

Eric's throat moved slightly. His eyes flickered, and he chuckled lightly.

'That's rare. At least she’s obedient now.”

"After going through so much, it's about time she grows up. She was just spoiled by your mother. She was depressed for a while, but she got over it and plans to go out and find a job."

Eric laughed lightly. Charles' words soothed his fluctuating emotions just now.

"If she's really better now, she doesn't have to worry about finding a job. I'll arrange it for her."

"No need. Let her try it out herself. What's the rush?"

Charles said a few words, but someone was talking beside him, so he hung up the phone hastily.

Eric's complexion was much better than before.

Charles did not love Quinn. The two of them married for the sake of profit, and Charles had his own lover.

However, since Quinn gave birth to two children, Charles knew his responsibility.

Charles never allowed his mistresses to give birth to children that they should not have in the first place.

He gave Eric and Ingrid enough respect and love.

Charles could clearly distinguish indulgence and restraint.

Eric did not agree with Charles’ way of doing things, but he respected his father.

Selena could not think of a better way to thank Eric for his help but report to him about the person he liked, i

Every time Selena saw Nicole, she would take a picture of Nicole and send it to Eric.

[Ms. Stanton is so beautiful! I met her and her husband in the beauty salon just now.]

[Nicole came to the bar. I heard that she came over without telling her

husband. She's so cute!]

[Nicole chatted with me for a while. We hit it off very well, but her husband picked her up soon after...]

[Nicole invited me to have dinner together, and her husband came to settle the bill in person!]

[I ran into Nicole and her husband when I went to the hospital today. It looks like Nicole has a stomach ache. I hope she’s okay...]

Selena sent Eric a text message every day, so much so that Eric thought to himself, 'Did I ever offend Selena? Why is she taking revenge on me like this?’

Eric never replied to Selena's messages, which meant that he was not interested in knowing about these things!

If Selena did not have something against the Ferguson family, Eric really wanted to teach her a lesson.

Who taught her to repay kindness with revenge?

Moreover, every message had the words "Nicole's husband". Selena was deliberately stabbing his heart and making him feel uncomfortable.

Eric took a deep breath.

In the end, Eric called the lawyer who was helping Selena with her lawsuit.

"Did her divorce not go well?"

Steven paused. He did not expect Eric to ask this question in person.

"It's going well. She’ll get the divorce certificate in a week, and I'll follow her in person."

"Okay."

Eric hung up the phone.

Sure enough, Selena sent another text message to him.

[I saw Nicole's daughter today. She's so pretty and looks just like Nicole's husband!]

Eric was fed up.

He was fuming with anger.

Eric went out with his keys.

Mitchell paused. "President, there's a golf appointment in a while..."

"I’m not going. I'm going to the bar."

Mitchell was taken aback.

He thought of Selena's bar.

As Eric's confidant, Mitchell was sensitive to Eric's moods. Mitchell could not help but look at Selena with admiration.

Selena was pretty and had a good temperament. More importantly, her biggest advantage was that she somewhat resembled Nicole.

If Eric did not mind that Selena was divorced, she would most likely become Eric’s third wife.

After all, Selena had a special vibe that made her different from other rich young ladies.

She looked bright and elegant, which was very attractive to men.

As Mitchell thought about it, he began to adjust his attitude toward Selena. Mitchell wanted to help Eric on this front.

Derek was hospitalized, so he did not have the energy to harass Selena anymore.

Their divorce also went smoothly.

Thus, during this period of time, Selena had a peaceful life.

Selena sang and played the guitar on the stage. Her voice was clear and rich, and she put on sexy, smoky makeup. The song made the bar livelier.

Everyone yearned for this lady boss mainly because she was beautiful and mysterious. She also had a great voice.

The colorful lights in the bar flashed, lighting up the bar.

The music was melodious and high-pitched, and the whole bar was full of neon lights, making it more vibrant.

When Eric arrived at the bar, everyone's eyes were fixed on the woman on the stage.

Selena sat there and sang softly. She looked like the snow on the Swiss mountains, fresh and precious, with a hint of loneliness.

She seemed to be used to this kind of loneliness.

Selena stood among the lively crowd, but she would never blend in with them.

Eric seemed to understand why Selena opened a bar after she came back.

That was because she liked the hustle and bustle of the world.

Thinking of the things that happened to her, Eric somehow felt uncomfortable and distressed, as if someone had pinched him.

Eric felt suffocated.

He did not continue to stand and went to the bar to order a glass of wine. He held the wine glass and sipped it slowly as he looked at the stage.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2376 --After the song, everyone applauded Selena.

However, Selena only sang one song because she was in a good mood.

She was more confident on stage, and she had a failed life off-stage.

This stark contrast made Eric feel distressed.

Selena handed the guitar to the musician next to her and walked down the stage with a smile.

When she looked up, she saw Eric sitting there.

Eric nodded lightly. He looked, aloof, indifferent, noble, and reserved.

Selena raised her eyebrows and walked over with a smile.

Although they were not close, Eric had helped her so many times, and she was not a heartless person.

Thus, she walked over with the wine that the bartender handed to her and greeted Eric with a smile.

"Mr. Ferguson, are you in such a bad mood that you’d come to my bar? I thought you were always busy!"

After all, there were three types of people who came to the bar - people in a bad mood who wanted to let loose, successful people like Eric who came to discuss business, and people who purely wanted to have fun.

Eric did not seem like the type to have fun, and he was certainly not here to talk business.

Thus, Selena guessed that he must be in a bad mood.

Eric raised his eyelids slowly with a bit of indifference and ridicule. He snorted lightly.

"How could I be in a good mood?”

Selena did not understand what Eric meant by that, but she could also hear that something was wrong with his tone.

She sat beside him. Her smoky makeup covered her plain facial features.

The music in her ears became loud and deafening.

Eric took out his phone, found the text messages Selena sent him, and put it in front of her.

Selena was a little puzzled, but she did not think there was anything wrong with that.

"If you're looking for Ms. Stanton, she didn’t come today. When I met her earlier today, she said she was going to have a candlelight dinner with her husband after getting a facial."

Eric’s face was gloomy, and he was speechless.

It was difficult to tell what he was thinking.

He curled his index finger and tapped on the table, then said in a cold voice, "How do you know about my relationship with Nicole? Did you do a background check on me?"

Selena curled her lips and said frankly, "A simple search online will reveal your entire love life. Why do I need to spend money to do a background check on you?"

Eric choked and glanced at her with a glum expression.

Selena realized that her tone was not great. She was still not yet divorced. If Eric refused to lend her his lawyer, all of her efforts would be wasted.

She quickly turned her head and revealed a bright smile.

"Of course, the information online is inaccurate. But I think your feelings for Ms. Stanton should be sincere. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stayed single after so many years since your divorce. The heavens can attest to your sincerity, but it’s a pity that you’re not fated with her. I took two photos for you so that you can cure your lovesickness."

Selena lowered her voice and sighed.

"It must be hard for you to have nothing else but money."

Seeing Selena's smile, Eric felt his heart clench.

They were really alike.

Selena’s face seemed to coincide with the woman in his memory for a moment.

His heart beat faster, but he forced himself to calm down.

He should not be like this.

Fading out of Nicole’s life was his respect for her and himself.

However, that smile was too dazzling.

His heart ached.

Eric's eyes were cold. He could not hear Selena's sympathy for him.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"It’s even more difficult for you. You don’t even have money."

Selena’s face froze.

The words she wanted to say were instantly stuck in her throat.

Why did she have to compare who was more pitiful with a rich man?

Was she not just humiliating herself?

The sympathy in Selena's heart disappeared instantly.

Eric snorted coldly, stood up, and stuffed the phone into his pocket.

"Stop sending me these messages in the future. I don’t have a habit of prying into other people's private lives. If I want to, I can ask someone to investigate it for me. It’ll be more detailed than what you provided, so you don’t need to bother yourself with this."

His voice was deep. He turned around and was about to go out.

The bartender froze for a moment. "Sir, you haven't paid yet!"

Eric paused and glanced back.

Selena hurriedly and reluctantly said, "My treat... My treat..."

Eric left without saying a word.

His back was cold and aloof.

Selena sighed.

Eric looked unhappy. Did she just shoot herself in the foot?

She pursed her lips and felt a little disappointed.

Perhaps a bigshot like him did not need other people's sympathy.

Never mind. She was too nosy.

A few days later, Quinn came out of the Ferguson Villa because some of her close friends invited her to have afternoon tea.

Those friends greeted her on the surface, but they secretly looked down on her.

Even if they looked down on her, they did not dare to show it

Quinn did not want to feel suffocated at home, so she went out.

Eric’s bodyguard knew about this and immediately reported it to Eric.

Eric did not say much. He just asked them to follow Quinn to make sure that she did not meet anyone she should not meet in private.

Quinn and her plastic friends spent more than two hours playing cards and chatting.

The bodyguards outside also gradually let down their guard.

Quinn's phone screen suddenly lit up.

It was a familiar number.

Her eyes flickered slightly. She stood up with a smile and went to answer the phone. No one else saw anything wrong with this.

Quinn stood by the window and maintained a decent posture, but she deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Hello?"

"Babe, do you miss me?"

The man's familiar seductive voice came through the phone, which made Quinn’s heart skip a beat.

Her face changed slightly, and she quickly averted her gaze.

Even though no one was looking at her, Quinn still felt guilty.

That was because she was caught red-handed by her son for having an affair with another man. She was ashamed.

No matter what, she had been Mrs. Ferguson for decades, so she wanted to maintain her image.

Quinn lowered her voice and pursed her lips.

"What’s the matter?"

"You don’t even care about my livelihood! Your son almost beat me to death, but I managed to survive. Do you want me to elope with you?"

Quinn heard the man’s teasing words and felt shy and ashamed. Her face also turned red.

"Go away! Who do you think you are? How can you have the guts to say this if you haven't done what I wanted?"

The man chuckled lightly and casually.

"Don't worry. Even if I lose my life, I’ll finish the job for you. It's just a woman, anyway. I’ve made all the arrangements. Two cars are parked in Nicole’s dedicated parking space at Stanton Corporation, and I tampered with one of them."

Quinn took a deep breath to control her excitement. She was a bit impulsive, but she quickly restrained herself.

Unexpectedly, she still got such a pleasant surprise when she thought there was no chance to deal with Nicole.

"If she has two cars, why did you just tamper with one of them?"

"Nonsense! If I tampered with both, do you think her people are stupid? I just broke her brake system, which won't arouse anyone's suspicion, let alone implicate you."

"But... Doesn't this depend on luck?"

Quinn asked anxiously.

The man sneered.

"Idiot! If you go there and drive her car away, won't she only have one choice?"

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2377--"Y-You want me to go...?”

Quinn panicked in fright.

Her plastic friends looked at her in surprise. Quinn quickly adjusted her expression, turned around with a smile, and turned her back to them.

"Wouldn't I be exposed if I went?"

Quinn was already. Her son looked down on her, and her status in the Ferguson family plummeted.

If Eric found out that she wanted to kill Nicole, she might be kicked out of the Ferguson Villa.

After all, Eric was not a kind or sentimental person.

Thus, Quinn subconsciously resisted the idea and panicked.

The man paused. He felt that Quinn’s cowardice was ridiculous and said indifferently, "Don't worry. I've broken the surveillance cameras, so no one will notice you. Who else can you boss around? I'm sure they were all bought out by your son. You can put on a disguise and go in through the fire escape. No one will see you. Then, drive Nicole's car to a remote place and leave it there.

By the time the Stanton family realized this, Nicole would already be dead. Who would think of the other car at that time?”

The man was trying to coax Quinn, who was moved by his suggestion.

Her eyes flickered slightly. Perhaps this was a perfect opportunity.

Quinn did not have a helper before, but now she did.

The man added, 'This is your last chance. I'm being watched, so I can't go back to Atlanta. It's up to you whether to go or not!”

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Quinn stood there stiffly.

She hung up the phone slowly and could not calm down for a long time.

Quinn walked slowly to the table.

Her mind was in a trance.

The lady on the side smiled and handed over her phone which contained a photo of a young lady.

"Mrs. Ferguson, look! This is my niece. She just came back from studying abroad. She's an obedient girl. Isn’t she pretty?"

Not to be outdone, another lady took out the photo she had prepared long ago.

'This is my daughter. She's very beautiful. More importantly, she graduated from a prestigious university abroad, and she hasn't had a boyfriend yet!”

Another woman hastily took out a photo.

'This is my youngest daughter who just won a dance award abroad..."

Quinn stared blankly at the photos in front of her.

Listening to these women’s enthusiastic introduction of their daughters, Quinn finally understood why they invited her to play cards today.

It turned out that they had another agenda.

Quinn was restless just now, but she slowly calmed down.

She looked at the three photos in front of her. They were all youthful and beautiful.

They also had one thing in common - they all looked very similar to Nicole.

Quinn picked up the most recent photo and stared at it intently. Her eyes were sinister.

That b*tch never stops pestering me!

Even if Eric remarried, how would Quinn tolerate a daughter-in-law who looked so similar to Nicole appearing in front of her every day?

Could she ever be happy?

They were intentionally annoying her.

Quinn's face gradually turned pale, glum, and stiff.

The rich lady smiled happily as she picked up her youngest daughter's picture.

"Mrs. Ferguson, take a look. She’s well-behaved and can do chores around the house. She can also help in Eric's career. Eric has been single for so long. It's not good if he doesn't have someone to care for him. Why don't we find an opportunity to introduce them to each other?"

The other two did not want to lose out.

'Take a look at mine! Our daughters are pretty too!"

'That's right! My niece is very patient with children. When she heard that Mr. Ferguson has a child, she was so happy!"

Some people were willing to be stepmothers just to get what they wanted.

However, Quinn did not seem to react at all. She just sneered and looked at the person in front of her coldly.

"Did all these girls have plastic surgery?"

Their expressions were so unnatural.

The women were stunned.

"Fine-tuning isn't considered plastic surgery these days."

"Right, all girls want to look beautiful!"

"Yeah! It won’t affect anything. She'll make her husband proud if she's prettier!"

Quinn took a deep breath and ruthlessly threw the photo in her hand on the table.

"They all look like Nicole! Are you crazy? Everyone knows that Eric likes Nicole, right? But what’s there to like about that b*tch? I will never let this kind of woman marry into the Ferguson family!"

As she spoke, she stood up and walked out without looking back.

The remaining three women looked at each other.

"I'm guessing Quinn is the main reason that she couldn't get along with her ex-daughter-in-law."

"Yeah, look at that stupid temper! Does she think she's the queen?"

"Ms. Stanton is married, but Quinn is still so jealous of her? Eric's first marriage ended in divorce, and he was widowed in his second marriage. Is he a scourge?"

Quinn went straight into the bathroom and calmed her violent impulse just now.

Soon, she realized that the bodyguards were not following her.

Quinn's expression changed slightly, and she suddenly remembered what the man said just now.

This was her last chance.

Quinn could not let Nicole live to pester her!

Nicole must die!

Quinn rubbed her hands and saw the cleaner's uniform that was placed in the corner. She quietly picked it up, opened the window from the inside, and threw it on the ground outside the window.

This window was on the second floor, and there was a big tree next to it.

Quinn climbed up the window, took off her shoes, jumped on the tree, and slowly climbed down.

When she got to the ground, she was in shock.

This was the first time she did such an unorthodox thing.

She looked around, but luckily, no one noticed her.

After tidying up her clothes, she took the cleaner's uniform and turned around to leave.

Quinn hailed a taxi from the side of the road and went to Stanton Corporation.

In the underground parking lot of the Stanton Corporation, Quinn changed her clothes at the fire escape and sneakily went out to find Nicole's car.

If she did not know that the surveillance cameras were broken, she would not be so bold.

Quinn looked at the two adjacent cars and frowned.

The man did not tell her which car he tampered with.

She went up to have a look. There was a key in one car, but not in the other car.

The one with the key was probably left behind by the man.

It meant that the car without the key was the car that the man tampered with.

Quinn clenched her palms, which were wet.

At this time, Quinn could not care less about anything.

She only had only one strong thought in her mind - she wanted Nicole to die!

Quinn opened the car door without hesitation, started the car engine, and drove out immediately.

Upstairs, Clayton watched the car leave. His eyes flickered, and he snorted lightly with a smile.

Nicole was reading her emails in front of the computer. When she heard Clayton’s snort, she frowned slightly and looked at him.

"What’s wrong?"

Clayton smiled warmly, looked at her, and said, "Nothing. I just saw a thief stealing something!"

Nicole looked at him in surprise.

"You must be mistaken. How can you see it so clearly when we're on the 32nd floor?"

Clayton touched his nose and promptly admitted his mistake.

"Oh, I must be mistaken...'

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2378--Quinn drove out.

Her heartbeat was getting faster as if it was about to break through her chest.

She wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, lest Nicole found out.

Quinn quickly stepped on the accelerator.

She came to a red light, but she did not care.

The next second, a large truck came out from the side and rammed toward her at an extremely fast speed.

100 meters... 50 meters... 30 meters...

Quinn only realized the danger when the large truck honked at her.

Her eyes widened instantly. Her complexion was pale, and she quickly slammed on the brakes.

However, the brakes did not respond at all no matter how hard she stepped on them.

It was too late.

The man’s sneer flashed in her mind. Was this his ploy?

He actually tampered with this car instead?

The brakes of the truck screeched against the ground. The sound was sharp and harsh.

In an instant, Quinn slammed into the steering wheel.

The car crashed into the fence next door, whirled around, and rolled over. Quinn was not wearing a seatbelt, so her body hit the glass.

She could smell gasoline, blood, and rust. Sharp and dense pain surged instantly.

Quinn suddenly felt suffocated, as if her head was dislocated.

Everything was gone...

Quinn was unreconciled and in despair.

How could she lose in such a ridiculous way?

Before she had a chance to think too much, she lost consciousness...

It was time to get off work, so there were more and more cars on the road.

The road was also blocked because of a traffic accident.

Clayton sat in the back seat, holding Nicole's slender fingers and gently rubbing them.

Nicole suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, did you send my car for repair?”

Clayton frowned and said with a smile, 'The red Range Rover has been repaired, but there's a new model now, so I bought you a new one. It’s in the garage at home, so we can get rid of the red one, okay?"

Nicole's eyes lit up, and she hugged his arm with a smile.

"Okay! You have the final say since you bought a new one anyway."

Clayton gently pinched her nose dotingly.

'The other one is missing."

"What?"

Although Nicole did not drive that car a lot, it was a gift from Kai.

"I asked someone to check the surveillance footage. It looks like a cleaner drove the car away. Maybe the mechanic left the car keys in the ignition after repairing it and forgot to pull it out. Then the cleaner saw it and became greedy. It’s okay. I've handed over the surveillance footage to the police.”

Nicole breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said, "Thank goodness for surveillance cameras. How could the cleaner be so bold as to steal a car with surveillance cameras all around?"

Clayton's voice was warm and clear as he comforted her and chuckled. His eyes were extremely deep and dark.

'Yeah. I wonder who's seeking death..."

A car was nothing to them, so Nicole quickly forgot about it.

At midnight, Nicole received an urgent call.

She thought something happened, so she quickly picked it up.

"Is this Ms. Stanton?"

'Yes."

"I’m a police officer. Your lost vehicle has been found, but it was driven away and got involved in a car accident. Based on our current investigation, the person who was driving at the time of the accident was Eric Ferguson’s mother, Quinn. Do you know her?"

The police officer's voice was calm and steady.

Nicole was stunned. She blinked in surprise.

"Car accident? Mrs. Ferguson?"

'Yes, Mr. Ferguson is already here at the police station. Currently, this case is investigated under vehicle theft and traffic accident."

It took Nicole a long time to react.

She thought that person who stole the car was a cleaner.

How did it become Quinn?

While she was in a daze, Clayton came in and silently asked her what happened with his eyes.

Nicole pursed her lips. 'They found the car..."

Clayton smiled. ‘That's great! Our police work fast!"

The police officer continued on the phone, "Ms. Stanton, I’ll need to get your statement. Can you come over tomorrow morning?"

"Sure."

Nicole agreed to go to the police station, hung up the phone, and looked at Clayton in shock.

"Eric's mother, Quinn, was driving my car and met with an accident. Was she the cleaner?"

Clayton raised his eyebrows. "The person wore a cleaner's uniform and was indeed a middle-aged woman. I didn't expect it to be her. Why would she do this?"

This was what Nicole wanted to know too!

The couple stared at each other and could not figure it out.

They just had to wait until tomorrow to go to the police station to have a look.

Nicole could not fall asleep until the middle of the night, but Clayton slept soundly.

Clayton was so gentle and handsome when he was asleep. His jawline was so smooth.

The more Nicole looked at him, the more relaxed she felt. Thus, she nestled on top of him and found a comfortable position to fall asleep.

Then, she woke up again because of him.

Early the next morning, Nicole told Logan to postpone her morning schedule and went to the police station with Clayton.

Before Clayton went out, he asked someone to inquire about what happened.

In the car, Clayton held Nicole’s hand and said in a soft voice, "Don't worry about your car. If the car is wrecked, we'll ask Mr. Ferguson to buy us another one."

Nicole paused. Did she look like she was worried about the car?

However, if Nicole said she was worried about Quinn, Clayton might be jealous again.

Thus, Nicole just smiled and said nothing.

Clayton expressed his satisfaction with her silence.

When they arrived at the police station, the police ushered them into the waiting room.

"It’s just a routine inquiry, so don't be nervous."

The police officer brought over two glasses of water. Nicole and Clayton thanked them gently.

"Sir, why did Mrs. Ferguson drive my car and get into a car accident?"

Nicole was puzzled.

The police officer paused, pursed his lips, and said, "It's all thanks to the footage of the underground parking lot that Mr. Sloan provided us. That was how we saw that Mrs. Quinn Ferguson had put on a cleaner’s uniform and secretly drove the car away. As for the reason...”

The police officer hesitated. Nicole did not know if the officer was clueless or if he just could not tell her the information.

Clayton said lightly from the side, "Mrs. Quinn Ferguson is not an ordinary person. She’s Mr. Eric Ferguson’s mother, so she’s not short of money. Why would she come over to the company to steal a car? It was coincidentally Nicole's car too! I think there must be a story behind this matter, so please investigate it carefully. By the way, how is she now?"

The police officer looked up at him and was unaware that Clayton had just led the conversation.

Clayton was handsome and noble as he sat next to Nicole. He was dignified, self-restrained, gentle, and mellow. He did not steal Nicole's limelight, but no one would ignore his presence either.

The police officer's heart tightened. He paused and said, "When the ambulance arrived, she was still alive. After the rescue, her lower body was found to be paralyzed. She's currently not awake yet."

Clayton frowned, lowered his eyes faintly, and showed no emotion.

His tone was a little regretful. 'What a pity."

Nicole nodded at the side.

However, her mind was a mess, and she had a lot of questions.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2379--The police officer spoke again.

"That car is nearly scrapped. We have investigated Mrs. Quinn Ferguson's latest activities and call records. She has contacted an unfamiliar number from abroad, but it's a temporary number. We’ve started tracking it. If you have any clues, you can provide them to us."

Nicole nodded.

Her expression was very complicated. She felt sorry for what happened to Quinn, but she could not think of Quinn’s purpose for doing this.

"Have you met Mrs. Quinn Ferguson recently?"

The police officer asked.

Nicole shook her head. "No, I don't have any contact with her privately."

The police officer nodded.

'Well, we have no other questions for now, so you two can leave."

Clayton thanked him and helped Nicole get up.

'Were you scared?"

Clayton touched Nicole's forehead.

Nicole shook her head. "I just can't figure it out."

The couple went out and got into the car.

Clayton paused. "Why don't we go to the hospital to check it out? Mr. Ferguson may know more than us."

Nicole did not think too much about it and nodded.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

Quinn was still placed in the best ward of the hospital.

However, it was cold inside. Quinn was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and no one else was there.

Just as Nicole was about to say something, she saw Eric walking over from a distance holding his phone. He looked serious and indifferent without a trace of sadness in his eyes.

It was as if the person who got into the accident was not his family member.

Looking at the two people at the door, Eric frowned slightly. However, he quickly regained his composure.

"You're here."

Eric was not at all surprised by their arrival.

He took them to the living room inside the VIP ward.

Clayton glanced around and said in a calm voice, "The police told us that Mrs. Ferguson stole Nicole’s car. I think you owe us an explanation, right?"

Eric glanced at him with dark eyes before he glanced at Nicole.

He did not even dare to take another look at Nicole for fear of revealing any redundant emotions.

Eric looked away and quickly regained his composure.

"As you can see, she did this to herself. I will compensate for Nicole’s car and get her the latest model of the same brand."

Clayton chuckled lightly.

"Is that all? Shouldn't you give us an explanation? We don't just want a car." Nicole nodded and took a deep breath.

"Eric, I don't even know why your mother came to my office out of the blue. She even drove away my car and got into an accident. You need to explain this to the police as well, right? Isn’t it weird?"

The silence in the air made the time drag on.

Eric was very reluctant to let another person know about this scandal.

Even if Eric found something that the police did not, he did not intend to say it.

He just wanted to close the case in the simplest way possible.

However, Nicole's question made him feel ashamed.

Eric stood up and walked to the window. He was tall and indifferent.

He thought that this situation was ridiculous and out of control.

The cold wind blew in, dissipating the tension and staleness in the air.

Soon, Eric finally said in a low voice, "Someone tampered with that car, not my mother. But she knew about it and drove the other car away so that you'll drive the tampered car. Unexpectedly, she drove the wrong car and got into a car accident. That's all I know."

Nicole sat there in shock. Her back was stiff and straight.

How come?

Nicole and Quinn had not seen each other for so long, but Quinn still hated herself so much.

Those petty fights that they had escalated to the point of plotting her murder.

Nicole did not know whether she should be grateful for her lucky escape, or she should mock Quinn for asking for it.

She felt a dense chill on her back.

Clayton’s eyes were slightly cold. He turned his head and sat beside Nicole.

"So, what should we do now?"

Eric's gaze met Clayton’s, and the two men looked at each other for a few seconds. Neither of them admitted defeat.

It was like they were having a silent fight.

The air was stagnant.

No one lost.

In the end, Nicole interrupted the dead silence.

"Eric, you investigated much more than the police, but you didn't tell the police because you didn’t want to reveal the truth, right?"

Eric paused and pursed his lips. His face was tense, and his handsome features were somewhat cold.

"There will be no benefit to both parties if it's revealed. No one can control how this news will spread, so it's better to suppress this matter. But you can ask for any conditions you'd like."

The corners of Nicole's mouth twitched, and a bit of disdain flashed in her eyes.

"You're afraid that if the news gets out, Ferguson Corporation's image would be ruined, and your stock value will reduce by tens of billions of dollars, right? This isn't a balance of interests between the two parties. It's unilaterally decided by you, so don't speak so righteously."

Nicole was frank and left Eric no chance to make amends.

For a while, the room fell silent again.

There was no movement.

However, Clayton's mood suddenly improved.

He could not help but chuckle as he sat beside Nicole and gave her a tender look. He squeezed her hand reproachfully and persuaded her patiently.

"You should be more tactful and put it nicely for Mr. Ferguson. Why are you so merciless?"

Nicole rolled her eyes at him. "Why don't you say it then?"

Clayton paused, smiled, and coaxed her.

"You can talk. You sound better than I do."

"Tsk!”

Eric just thought that their lover's prattle was irksome.

His chest felt like it was scratched by a sharp knife as blood oozed out from his heart.

Obviously, the pain was severe, but he could not show it at all, especially at this time.

Nicole turned her head away and looked at Eric with cold eyes.

"Mrs. Ferguson wanted to harm me. She brought this onto herself. Initially, I was quite sympathetic when she became like this, but now, this is her own doing."

Her words were like an ice pick that pierced Eric's heart.

Eric could not even retort because it was all true.

All his negotiating skills were useless at this time.

Eric paused, sat opposite her with his legs crossed, and suddenly laughed deeply.

He was no longer as tense as before.

"Yes, she deserves it."

Eric sighed and shrugged helplessly.

He did his duties as a son.

However, Quinn wanted to break the law, and Eric could not stop her.

However, Eric did not want this matter to implicate Ferguson Corporation.

How could he keep this hidden?

Eric glanced at Clayton's meaningful gaze and felt chills in his heart.

It was impossible.

Eric raised his head and looked at Nicole with deep and dark eyes.

"Nicole, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say now. If you want to make this big, there's nothing I can do to stop it. You're a victim, and there's no reason for the victim to be silenced."

He spoke in difficulty because he could not bear to let Nicole suffer such a grievance.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2380--Eric lowered his head, and his shoulders slumped.

"You can come up with any conditions you want as compensation."

Seeing Eric like this, Nicole was speechless for a while.

Nicole did not mind confronting Eric if he insisted on keeping this under wraps.

However, Eric coampromised so easily.

Nicole pursed her lips. Although Quinn brought this onto herself and deserved it, Quinn received her punishment.

Eric was also unaware of it.

Nicole thought about it for a while, then she looked at him coldly and said blankly, "Well, I don't mind keeping this matter from the public, but you must tell the police because I’m not sure if Mrs. Ferguson will continue to find trouble with me after she wakes up. So, it's better to let the police handle it. But I won't disclose it to the media. Of course, if there are any comments online related to this matter, you'll have to deal with it yourself. We won't intervene."

She was willing to compromise, but she would not help Eric to hide this from the police.

Quinn was not dead. Even if Quinn became paralyzed, she could hire a hitman to find trouble with Nicole.

If Nicole wanted to pursue responsibility for this car accident in the future, perhaps Eric would have already destroyed the evidence by then, and it would be too late.

Thus, Nicole wanted the police to be aware of what Quinn had done.

Even though Nicole knew that the police would not send a paralyzed person to jail, they would at least put Quinn on surveillance.

Nicole would not allow Quinn to escape legal punishment.

After she said this, the room was silent.

The light from outside shone through the windows, and the air was cold from the breeze.

It was the beginning of fall.

Eric nodded silently and pursed his lips.

"Well, as long as you don't disclose this matter to the media. I'll handle the rest."

Nicole raised her eyebrows and nodded.

She glanced at Clayton, who patted her hand with a smile.

"In that case, we won't bother you any longer, Mr. Ferguson. We’ve paid a visit to Mrs. Ferguson since she was hospitalized, and we hope she can recover soon."

Clayton's high-sounding words were worthless to Eric.

Nicole stood up. "Take care, Mr. Ferguson."

As she said this, she lifted her foot and walked out.

When she opened the door, she saw someone rushing over and panting.

Nicole was slightly taken aback. "Ms. Nelson?"

"Ms. Stanton? You're here, too? Oh, and your husband..."

Selena was a little surprised when she saw the couple here.

Nicole was even more surprised.

Why did Selena come here?

Clayton nodded calmly with a smile and opened the door for Selena politely.

"Are you here to visit? We have to get going. See you next time."

"Goodbye."

Selena smiled and waved to them before she knocked on the door.

Clayton held Nicole and walked toward the elevator.

Nicole could not figure it out for a moment.

However, she remembered that Eric also saved Selena in the bar back then. Maybe the two of them started to interact more since.

Nicole immediately understood.

The couple stood in the elevator.

Clayton smiled and lowered his head to ask her, "Why did you show him mercy?"

Nicole looked at Clayton and pursed her lips.

"I didn’t really... The police will deal with it. Why make the situation worse than it already is? If word gets out, Stanton Corporation may be implicated!"

Clayton was silent for a moment before he said in a low and aggrieved voice, "I thought you were soft-hearted because of him..."

The corner of Nicole's mouth twitched.

"He didn't know about this either, so there's no need to make it big. Also, when you went missing, he helped me a lot. If he hadn't contacted George back then, I wouldn't have been able to find you."

Her voice became lower as she spoke. Clayton felt a dull pain in his chest. He felt a lump in his throat, but he immediately hugged her to console her.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

If it was not for him, Nicole would not need to owe Eric any favors.

"Anyway, at least this matter is settled."

Nicole nodded. She had a vague feeling that something was wrong with his tone, but she could not pinpoint it.

Since it had already come to this point, they just had to see how Eric dealt with it.

After they left the hospital, Nicole wanted to see Chatty, so she went to the Stanton Mansion with Clayton.

Chatty really wanted to go home at first, but after getting used to life in the mansion, she felt a little reluctant to leave.

After Aida gave birth to Kenji, she recovered fully and devoted her time to her career.

Kenji was sent to the Stanton Mansion, and they specially hired a nanny for the baby. Floyd was also delighted to hang around the children and never got tired of them.

Chatty and Fischer also found a new hobby, which was playing with Kenji.

Levi stopped them many times, but in the end, he gave up and let them be.

Chatty and Fischer would teach baby Kenji, who had not yet grown any teeth, what they had learned at school during the day very seriously.

Kenji would clap appreciatively although he did not understand a word they were saying.

That day, Kenji became sleepy not long after playing with Chatty and Fischer.

Chatty was bored, so Floyd taught her to fish.

Fischer was also forced to sit there and fish.

Chatty, who could not sit still, would get up to get drinks and snacks from time to time.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a car engine at the gate.

Mr. Anderson yelled from a distance, "Mr. Sloan, Miss, you're back..."

Chatty and Fischer ran over happily like wild horses that broke free from their restraints.

Just as Nicole was about to squat down and give them a hug, Chatty and Fischer stopped in front of Nicole and carefully examined Nicole's belly.

Nicole was baffled, but she still pulled Chatty over and kissed her.

"Chatty, Mommy misses you so much!"

Chatty paused and touched Nicole's belly.

"Little baby, I miss you too."

Nicole froze slightly.

Clayton was slowly getting out of the car. When he heard this, he paused, coughed, and corrected Chatty.

"Mommy doesn't have a baby yet!"

Chatty's fair and tender face scrunched up in distress as she stared at her father with watery eyes.

"Daddy, didn't you say that you’ll work hard these days to give me a younger sibling? Are you unable to do it?"

Children had no filter when they spoke.

Clayton’s expression changed. He felt speechless and frustrated, but he still had to endure it.

He thought, 'She's my daughter. Don't get angry!’

Nicole could not help but laugh. She glanced at Clayton and coughed lightly.

"Mr. Sloan, why are you talking nonsense?"

She glanced at him lightly and did not intend to help him explain this to their daughter. Then she went into the house happily.

The butler wanted to greet them at first, but when he heard this, he quickly turned around and left.

This situation could not be more embarrassing.

Chatty looked at Clayton innocently.

Clayton beckoned to her helplessly. His handsome face darkened as he said, "Come here."

Chatty walked over slowly. Clayton picked her up with one hand.

He was distressed and angry.

'You can’t say this to anyone, okay? Daddy and Mommy will work hard!"

Chatty blinked her large eyes and stretched out her fleshy little fist.

'You have to work harder!"