At these words, Noelle Winslow trembled with unease.
Her mind went blank. "I…"
Wyatt Quinn walked toward her.
With every step he took forward, Noelle Winslow took one back, until she stumbled over a stone and fell to the ground. Only then did Wyatt Quinn stop.
He stared down at the deathly pale Noelle Winslow, his voice cold.
"Noelle Winslow, do I look like some kind of brainless idiot? Am I that easy to fool? You'd better tell me everything that happened back then, down to the last detail. Especially that son you mentioned—the one who was supposedly abducted and sold. Is he really of Quinn blood?"
Noelle Winslow bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.
"Wyatt, how can you doubt me like this? All these years, I've raised our son all by myself while also helping you raise Quinn Morgan's daughter. How have I wronged you in any way?"
Wyatt Quinn narrowed his eyes.
