A Bride Switcheroo on the Big Day

Quinn could only swallow her unspoken words when she saw Nicholas hurrying away.

He seemed to have forgotten about their appointment with the reporters. On the day of their engagement, he had contacted several reporters to come over for an interview, hoping to document their pre-wedding preparations.

Today was the day of their appointment.

Quinn was about to contact the reporters to cancel today's interview, but they had already arrived.

A reporter asked, "Do you have anything to say regarding the fact that you knowingly became someone's mistress, Quinn?"

Another said, "I heard that you've been arrogantly canceling confirmed collaborations, and Jasmine ended up having to fix your mess. Are these things true?"

"Where's your professionalism as an actress, Ms. Quinn Sullivan? Can you offer the public a proper explanation regarding the recent events?" someone asked.

Quinn's heart sank instantly upon hearing the reporters' aggressive questions.

Even though they were aware of the recent events, since Nicholas had invited them over to record their warm daily life, they wouldn't have come up to her with these blunt questions.

Someone must have been pulling the strings behind the scenes with all those questions.

Upon seeing the growing crowd of reporters and paparazzi, Quinn could only retreat back into hiding in the house. Unfortunately, the crowd refused to leave and remained waiting outside.

As the sky grew darker, the crowd grew, yet Nicholas did not come back. She tried calling him multiple times, yet nobody picked up.

Quinn had been kept awake from the commotion outside, unable to sleep. By dawn, she could clearly feel her heart acting up, yet the crowd outside still hadn't dispersed.

She knew she would be surrounded at once if she showed herself now. Those reporters and paparazzi wouldn't listen to her explanation anyway.

Feeling the uncomfortable tightness in her chest, Quinn reached out for her phone. Her hands trembled as she dialed Nicholas' number once again.

The call finally got through, yet it was Jasmine who picked up. "Are you looking for Nicholas, Quinn? He was busy the entire night and just fell asleep. If there's nothing important, you can just call him again later."

Quinn wondered what Nicholas had been busy the entire night with.

Jasmine continued, "We'll be going to the hospital to visit my father later. I'll end the call now, Quinn."

Quinn ended the call with a bitter chuckle when she found out that they weren't even in the hospital last night.

Looking at the crowd outside, she clutched her chest and curled up on the couch. She broke into a cold sweat from the excruciating pain.

Nicholas only returned during the afternoon. He rushed in hurriedly after sending the reporters outside away.

Quinn's heart was already in unbearable pain then. She struggled to get up to go to the hospital when she saw the reporters had finally dispersed.

Just as she passed by a bookshelf, a sharp pain shot through her chest. She subconsciously reached out to steady herself on the shelf, only to knock over a glass music box sitting on the bookshelf by accident.

Quinn collapsed at the same time the music box fell to the ground. She broke up in cold sweat from the excruciating pain.

However, Nicholas rushed over and pushed her away. Instead, he picked up the music box behind her and carefully checked if it was broken.

Quinn couldn't help but chuckle bitterly upon seeing the sight. She couldn't believe a music box was actually more important than her to him.

Upon noticing her gaze, Nicholas carefully placed the music box back onto the shelf before walking over to help her up.

Quinn pushed him away with all her might just as he reached out for her. Under his shocked gaze, she struggled to get up by supporting herself with the nearby table.

Nicholas said, "Are you blaming me now, Quinn? This music box was something Jasmine's mother left for her before she passed away. She gifted me this music box, and I have to cherish it. After all, this was from her mother."

Quinn looked up and chuckled. "Of course, the music box would be more important than my illness then. You'd better check if the music box is still working."

Nicholas finally realized something was wrong when he saw her pale complexion.

"What's wrong, Quinn? Why are you looking so pale? Wasn't everything alright when you were discharged?" he asked, concerned as he reached out to help her up.

At that moment, Quinn was overwhelmed with so much pain she couldn't utter a single word.

Upon seeing her hand pressed firmly against her chest, Nicholas suddenly realized something.

With a trembling voice, he asked, "Do you have a heart disease, Quinn?"