Although Morgan has put it that way, that wasn't the real reason behind his sudden plan.
After William left the study, Morgan reached out and opened his desk drawer, retrieving a leather-bound file. Letting his fingers brush over it for a mont, he murmured to himself, "It's ti to hand these over to the future mistress of the house."
His lips curled into a knowing smile before he opened the file and began to skim through its contents —a lifeti of records, decisions, and legacies, all now ready to be passed on.
"Morwenna, you would have loved to hand these over yourself," he muttered under his breath, the na tasting of fondness and sorrow. "But anyway, it's fine. At least, I am passing them to your favourite girl —one whom you chose for Aiden."
His eyes softened before he closed the file and slid it back into the drawer, locking it with care.
anwhile, a flashy red Lamborghini tore down the highway like a bullet, weaving between cars and ignoring the traffic safety asures.
Selene was in a death mode.
She didn't know where she was heading to —or what she intended to do when she got there. All she knew was that she wanted to scream, crash, or maybe burn the world down. Her vision felt blurry, not with tears, but with unfiltered rage.
Her phone kept dinging with notifications, each one alerting her to penalties for breaking traffic rules and speed limits.
But she even care to glance at them.
"Arghh!!"
She roared in frustration, gripping the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white. The image of Aiden getting hugged by so other woman flashed back in her mind —and she lost it.
Her foot slamd the gas pedal.
The car surged forward towards a cliff's edge, its speed unrelenting.
But just as the wheels were about to tip off, she hit the brakes hard.
The Lamborghini screeched to a stop, tires burning against the gravel. It halted with a violent jolt, re inches from the edge.
Selene jerked forward, nearly smashing her head against the steering wheel.
Any other person would have been frozen in fear after such a close brush with death. But Selene?
She opened the door and stepped out, heels clanking against the rocky edge. The wind tugged at her hair, her dress, but she didn't flinch.
Staring out over the endless stretch, she scread at the top of her lungs.
"Aiden is mine!!"
Her voice echoed off the empty cliffs.
Her chest heaved, her breath ca in ragged gasps. But all she rembered was how Morgan refused her, making her look so insignificant in Aiden's life.
"So what if he is married?" she gritted out. "That woman is nothing compared to . She was only enable to waltz her way in Aiden't life because I am not around. Now that I am back, it's just a matter of ti before she leaves."
***
Back in Cralens —
Arwen sneezed, a strange discomfort swirling in her gut.
"Ma'am, are you all right?" Mia asked, her tone filled with concern as she looked at her.
Arwen gave her a small smile and shook her head. "It's nothing. Tell , what brought you here?"
Mia looked down at the file in her hands before extending it. "Ma'am, I am sorry to disturb you like this. But I forgot about these papers, and it has to be signed urgently. So, I had no choice but to rush here to get them done."
Arwen took the file with a nod, flipping through the papers quickly. With practiced ease, she signed her na at the bottom. "It's fine, Mia. Things slip through the cracks sotis. You don't have to bla yourself. I know I hired a human secretary, not a machine. So, I don't expect you to always be on point."
She then handed the file back to her, her gaze warm and reassuring. "What about your sister? Did the team reach out to her?"
Mia nodded imdiately, her lips curling with a grateful smile. "Yes, ma'am. She got the call the day before yesterday."
Arwen's gaze lit up subtly, but enough to show her appreciation. "That's wonderful. I told you, didn't I? She had the talent. She is going to go far."
Though Arwen brushed it off, Mia knew it wouldn't have been so easy without her intervention. Her heart swelled with gratitude. "It was all because of your support, ma'am. Thank you."
Arwen opened her mouth to reply, but her phone buzzed with a rapid stream of notifications.
Her brows knitted into a frown as she picked it to check —and then her expression turned cold.
Mia didn't understand the shift in Arwen's deanor. She was about to ask, but paused, feeling her phone vibrate as well.
When she checked, she realized the news that was getting highlighted online.
"Madam, this …"
Arwen's lips curled slowly, but her gaze lacked the warmth that was there monts ago.
"Prepare a gift to send to the Quinn family," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "They sure will be sending us an invite soon."
Mia wanted to say sothing, but didn't know how she should voice it. In the end, she just nodded to her order, "I will make the arrangents." With that, she bowed her head and left.
As she stepped out of the room, she paused in her steps and turned to look back where Arwen was sitting. She truly felt bad for her.
What did Arwen do to deserve such a woman as her mother?
It was so unfair … so unfortunate.
Mia felt the ache for her, but there was nothing she could do. At this point, she only rembers reading once sowhere —
Every kid deserves a parent, but not every parent deserves a child.
It was a cruel phrase, but Catrin Quinn has simply proved it to be right.
She had seen him being cruel in front of so many. Out of all, she deserves the least to be the mother of Arwen.
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