Chapter 115 Won, Yet Not Happy

• Old Mr. Quille had a temper like a firecracker—when something came up, he tackled it head‑on, no dithering.
• He stared at Belinda’s tear-streaked face. The rage in his chest didn’t ease one bit. Just like Charlotte said, all the clues pointed straight at Belinda. How could she possibly be clueless?
• The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. “Belinda! Our Quille family has treated you well! And you dared use such a vicious hand against Nathan! Do you have even a shred of conscience left?”