Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 250

Of course, she wouldn't get it.

I couldn't tell her the real reason.

"Mr. Collins has his own reasons!" I had to brush it off.

Luckily, Quinlan knew things had reached a point where Christopher's stance was clear. Asking me wouldn't get her anywhere, so she didn't push it.

After all that back and forth, we were both pretty worn out.

We flopped onto the couch, not wanting to move.

I casually asked about her current life, "How's it going at Vivid Views Magazine? I heard the editor-in-chief and the boss are really nice. Must be a lot better than Echo Magazine, right?"

Quinlan nodded, "It's great. No backstabbing, everyone gets along, and no one makes things hard. Plus, I just focus on writing behind the scenes. It's really relaxing. I owe Mr. Collins for that..."

I was a bit surprised. "Mr. Collins recommended you?"

I didn't expect Christopher, who seemed so distant, to be so considerate.

Well, as long as it didn't involve someone he liked, he was actually a pretty decent guy.

Quinlan suddenly sat up straight and looked at me with a troubled expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that? If you have something to say, just say it!" I said with a smile.

Quinlan hesitated for a moment but then asked, "Melinda, now that Mr. Collins is doing all this for another woman... doesn't it bother you? Doesn't it hurt?"

"What? Why would it hurt? It's Mr. Collins' choice." I was puzzled.

Even if it did sting a bit, I could understand. After all, he was biased because he liked her.

"Really?" Quinlan looked at me with disbelief, trying to read my expression.

I guessed she was unhappy with Marlowe and wanted some validation.

Alright, I nodded, "I admit, it does bother me a bit, especially since Marlowe and I have never gotten along."

To be precise, Marlowe had always targeted me. Even a saint would have their limits. I was only human; how could I not care at all?

"What if it were someone else?" Quinlan asked again.

"Mr. Collins wouldn't do that!"

He only acted irrationally when it came to someone he liked.

"But what if?" Quinlan pressed.

"Then there must be a reason. Maybe I misunderstood that person. I still trust Mr. Collins. He wouldn't be biased without a good reason."

"And you're not jealous?" Quinlan blurted out.

I was taken aback, "Jealous?"

Quinlan couldn't possibly think I liked Christopher, could she? She liked Christopher, so maybe she was testing me.

I didn't want her to get too deep into this, so I reminded her, "Quinlan, Mr. Collins is great, but he already has someone he likes."

"Someone he likes... Melinda, have you ever thought that person might be..." Quinlan started to say.

I cut her off, "Quinlan, don't overthink it. We are worlds apart from Mr. Collins. Some fantasies are just that—fantasies. They won't become reality, so it's best not to dwell on them. Mr. Collins has said he only loves one person, and that won't change."

In other words, I was telling Quinlan to give up.

I then changed the subject to something Quinlan was interested in, temporarily distracting her from these unpleasant thoughts.

Seeing that she was a bit tired, I suggested she go to bed early.

I almost forgot about Sunny.

I hadn't taken it for a walk in days. If I didn't take care of it soon, it might think I'd abandoned it.

So, I decided to go to Christopher's house to get Sunny.

Coincidentally, Christopher had just come back. He greeted me, but thinking about how he favored someone like Marlowe, I couldn't help but feel he had poor judgment.

So, I turned my head, pretending not to see him, and started to leave with Sunny.

Biscuit, who was usually quiet and somewhat indifferent to me, suddenly started barking.

This made Sunny turn around, pulling me back.

"Sunny!" I frowned in annoyance.

Sure enough, dogs took after their owners. At this moment, I felt Biscuit was just as annoying as Christopher.

Christopher took the opportunity to speak, "Still mad?"

Since he was sincerely asking, I didn't hold back, "What do you think, Mr. Collins?"

Christopher chuckled, "You don't even call me by my name at home anymore, just Mr. Collins. You must really be mad."

He knew and still asked.

I couldn't care less that he was my boss and rolled my eyes.

"Mr. Collins, you knew and still defended her, making both Quinlan and me very disappointed. Isn't it natural for us to be upset? But just because she didn't want Hayes to learn from Magnus, she did something like this. I still can't understand. After all, he's her brother!"

I just couldn't understand her actions.

It was like when we saw some people's crimes, we couldn't comprehend their mindset.

Christopher suddenly looked at me seriously, "What if I told you she wasn't the culprit?"

I looked at Christopher, then couldn't help but laugh.

Could love really make people blind?

Even someone as rational as Christopher wasn't immune.

"Mr. Collins, do you realize what you're saying just to defend her?" I said, amused.

Christopher frowned, "It was Faye. She switched the medication. She found out Marlowe was buying medicine downstairs and knew AutoForge Workshop was working with Hayes..."

Christopher was willing to use Faye as an excuse to defend Marlowe?

I looked at him, and he stared back, his gaze unwavering, as if he was telling the truth.

If I followed Christopher's logic, it did make sense.

Christopher continued, "Marlowe had no motive. If she had done it, Hayes' reaction would have been expected. She wouldn't have just tried to keep Hayes from leaving the house but would have stopped everyone from knowing about Hayes' condition."

I nodded. That was true. Blair had mentioned Marlowe's reaction at the time.

"And Marlowe would be the one who most wanted Hayes to get better. She's very proud. When Faye asked what medicine she was buying, she lied about Hayes' condition to save face. She didn't want Faye to know she had a brother like that. So, she wouldn't want Hayes to go berserk."

This reason dispelled most of my doubts.

But there was still one thing, "If Marlowe is innocent, why didn't she want to call the police? Reporting it would find the real culprit and clear her name, right?"

Christopher looked at me helplessly, "So, you want the police to investigate who? Faye?"

The Collins family was powerful. They wouldn't allow Faye to be taken to the police. They'd find a way to make Marlowe drop the charges.

Besides, who could withstand the Collins family's wrath?

I was speechless.

Christopher, seeing that I was considering his explanation, mentioned Hayes' condition, "He woke up once. He was still a bit dazed and didn't seem to remember what happened before the sedative. That's good. He's recovering well."

Sometimes, ignorance was bliss.

Hearing that Hayes was okay and would get better after stopping the medication, I felt relieved. I said goodbye to Christopher and took Sunny home.