Chapter 3 A Divorce
Quinn’s pupils abruptly constricted. Almost instantaneously, she clutched the urn in her arms protectively, ensuring it was not harmed in the slightest.
“This contains my parents‘ ashes! How could you be so disrespectful?” Quinn exclaimed in anger.
“This is my son’s home. If you dare to keep that terrible thing in my house, I’ll smash it into pieces! Your parents need to see how hateful and rude you are to our family!”
Penelope kept running her mouth, saying the nastiest crap.
Quinn’s eyes were filled with rage, her hands tightly clutching the urn. “Even if you are my mother–in–law, you have no right to insult my parents like this!”
Trent said, “Quinn, please take it outside. Don’t upset my mother anymore. She just had surgery not long ago and shouldn’t get angry. If anything were to happen to her, I would never forgive you!”
Quinn’s hands were slightly trembling as she held the urn, her eyes filled with an even greater fury!
They had been married for three years, yet he couldn’t even show her parents the basic respect they deserved!
Seeing that she hadn’t left, Trent was displeased. “You’re still not leaving? Do I have to chase you away?”
In a fit of rage, Quinn laughed instead, lowering her gaze to the urn in her hands. Mom, Dad, I really have married the wrong man!
Three years ago, Trent nervously looked at her, saying, “I don’t have a house or a car. Would you still marry
me?”
She said, “I do.” Why? Because the day she got the news that her parents had died, he was there quietly by her side, wiping away her tears. That’s what got to her.
After her parents passing, Dominic once spoke to her sincerely. “Quinn, while they were alive, your parents were most worried about your marriage. The special forces are too dangerous. I don’t want you to end up like your mom, dad, and brother. I believe your parents will also wish for you to live a safe and peaceful life until old age.”
Following the death of her parents and the disappearance of her brother, she was the only one surviving member of her family.
As such, she retired from the military and married Trent. She believed, even if their relationship wouldn’t be as loving as her parents‘, at the very least, they could treat each other with mutual respect.
Yet, Trent was tearing away at that last shred of dignity.
In fact, when he had nothing at all at the beginning, his first capital for entrepreneurship was from her parents‘ death gratuity.
As such, she couldn’t help but wonder what her parents would think if they were looking down from the heavens, knowing their ashes were denied entry by the son–in–law who used their death gratuity to start his
business.
“Fine, I’m leaving!” Quinn declared, her head held high and her back as straight as a rod, refusing to let her
tears fall.
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She can bleed, she can sacrifice, but there’s no way she should shed tears for someone so heartless!
She decisively turned around and left without any hesitation.
Jacinda didn’t seem to realize what was going on. “She just left like that?”
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“Hmph, this is Trent’s house. She’s got no say here! She’s just an orphan. Who does she think she is?” Penelope grumbled.
As Trent watched Quinn walk away, he felt kinda empty inside, like he’d lost something.
With the urn in tow, Quinn arrived at the funeral parlor to store it.
She wanted to take her parents‘ ashes back to their hometown for burial. However, there were still a series of things to be done back home, like making a tombstone, so she could only temporarily keep the ashes there.
“Mom, Dad, wait a little longer. I’ll take you back to our hometown soon.” Quinn looked at the urn. “I will find Rowan in the future. Together, we will pay our respects to you both. I believe he is still alive.”
Her elder brother, Rowan Bridger, was also a soldier. Five years ago, while on a mission, he vanished at the border.
Back when she was in the military, she had also tried to locate her brother, but there were never any leads.
Once she had laid her parents‘ ashes to rest, she was set to journey to the border in search of her brother’s whereabouts!
After arranging the ashes, Quinn planned to leave the funeral parlor.
Outside, there was a gentle rainfall. She moved forward, umbrella in hand, when she overheard some whispers.
“There are so many cars outside today, and I even saw a lot of government leaders. Did a big shot pass away?”
“Haven’t you watched the news? Mr. Edward of the Whitethorn family has passed away. They’re about to hold a memorial service for him!”
“Oh my, to think it’s the Whitethorn family. Who will take charge of the Whitethorn family from now on?”
“Who else could it be if not that lunatic?”
Only then did Quinn understand why there were so many police officers stationed outside the funeral parlor earlier. It turned out that it was the day of the funeral for Mr. Edward.
In Jexburgh city, everyone knew the Whitethorn family, and nobody dared to mess with them. They’ve got crazy power around here.
As she stepped out of the funeral parlor, she noticed a long line of vehicles parked outside, all black luxury cars, indicating the high esteem in which the deceased was held.
Just then, the door of the luxury car nearest to her swung open, and someone arrived by the door’s side, umbrella in hand.
A tall figure slowly emerged from the vehicle.
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The black umbrella obscured the upper half of the man’s face, yet Quinn could still make out the distinct features of his lower face.
His nose was straight, his lips thin with a hint of moisture, and his hands were long, veiny, and all angles. Way too hot and dangerous.
Quinn just pictured him pulling a trigger. It fits him almost too well.
Just then, her eyes locked with a pair of cold, unmoving eyes.
His eyes were beautiful, but there was this scary calmness in them, like nothing in this world could really get through to him.
Even though he was supposed to be an attendee at the funeral that day, his face didn’t show a trace of sorrow. The person holding the umbrella for the man respectfully said, “Mr. Whitethorn, please come this way.”
Mr. Whitethorn? Quinn was taken aback.
In just a fleeting moment, the man brushed past Quinn.
It wasn’t until Quinn entered the car that she realized, at some point, a layer of cold sweat had formed in the palm of her hand.
Pulling out her phone, she saw a message from Trent waiting for her.
Trent: My mom and Jacinda have already left. After you’ve settled your parents‘ ashes, come back. I need to talk to you. Quinn glanced at the text message coldly, started the car, and headed toward the mansion.
Inside the mansion, Trent was seated in the living room, lounging on the couch. As soon as he saw Quinn return, he promptly rose to greet her, asking, “Have your parents‘ ashes been properly settled?”
“Yeah,” she said nonchalantly.
“Don’t blame my mom. She’s just getting old and freaked out by anything death–related, like urns. It’s not that she’s intentionally targeting you.” Trent raised his hand, gently wrapping his arms around Quinn. “Baby, I’m sorry. I know you had a tough day today. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
Make it up to me? A wave of sorrow surged from the depths of Quinn’s heart.
Trent’s embrace was warm, yet it left her feeling a bone–chilling cold.
The ones who truly suffered an injustice were not her, but her parents, because even though they were fallen heroes, their ashes couldn’t even enter their daughter’s home.
There’s nothing he can do to make up for this! To think I once yearned for his embrace, but now, I don’t need this fake warmth anymore! Quinn pushed away from Trent’s embrace, her gaze falling on the man she once loved. “Trent, let’s get a divorce.”
