In the year Damian Fairchild was at his poorest, Seraphina Quinn proposed a divorce and kicked him out the door.
On the day of their divorce, news broke that he had died in a plane crash.

Five years later, when Seraphina Quinn's family had fallen from grace and she was at her wits' end, the supposedly dead Damian Fairchild returned to the country with great fanfare.
At that time, he was the all-powerful young master of a financial conglomerate, with a suitable woman already by his side.
At that time, she was so destitute she couldn't even afford her son's medicine.

On the day of his return, he pinned her down before the large bed, “Miss Quinn, I'm not dead. Are you very disappointed?”
Her eyes reddened, her voice choked with sobs, “No… I've always missed you. I'm so happy you're not dead…”
The man leaned down to kiss her lips, coaxing her in a low voice, “How happy? Prove it to me.”
She hugged him back, offering her own kiss.

After a night of passion, he threw a contract in her face, “My fiancée has liver failure and needs a caregiver. You're a perfect fit.”
Her tears rolled out of her eyes: “Mr. Fairchild, one night as a married couple is worth a hundred days of kindness. I am your ex-wife, you can't treat me like this.”
The man's face was devoid of expression: “Miss Quinn, with you, it's all lust and no love. Don't be unappreciative!”

Months later, driven into a corner by him, she begged bitterly: “Mr. Fairchild, I admit I wronged you back then, but I'm pregnant now. Can you please give me a way out?”
The man gently caressed her cheek and pronounced her sentence heartlessly: “The Fairchild Family will not acknowledge an illegitimate child. Get rid of it.”

Later, when the truth was revealed, she fled with her son, and he went mad, launching a global manhunt for her.
Finally, one day, he cornered her at her wedding, roaring in anger: “You can't get married, I am the child's biological father!”
Seraphina Quinn narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly, “I'm sorry, who are you?”

She wasn't in the mood to explain anything to Damian Fairchild.


Or rather, even if she were, she couldn't be bothered to explain anything to Damian Fairchild.


Her voice was cold. "Damian Fairchild, we divorced five years ago. Whether I'm hooking up with Tom or Dick Langley has nothing to do with you..."


The moment she finished speaking, Mia Linden's voice came through the phone's earpiece.


"Fairchild, my wound is inflamed. It hurts so much..."


Hearing those words, a picture from the morning's news flashed in Seraphina's mind—a photo of Damian Fairchild carrying an injured Mia Linden.


Even if Mia Linden was Damian Fairchild's savior, and she'd gotten hurt in an accident during the demolition, if Damian had any sense of propriety, he wouldn't have had physical contact with her.


But not only did he have physical contact with her, he was also photographed by the media, and it made the news.


Chapter 212 - Chapter 212: It Hurts So Much