Exposing My Fiancé’s Absurd Niece

“I’d heard rumors that Mr. Quinn had a mysterious girlfriend, but I didn’t think they were true!”

“They absolutely are! Back when Mr. Quinn was negotiating a contract with StarTech, he was about to close the deal. Then his mysterious girlfriend called, and he immediately gave up two percentage points to the other party and signed the contract on the spot.

“If it had been for something urgent, it would’ve made sense, but she just wanted him to come home and watch a horror movie with her.”

“Wow, Mr. Quinn spoils her that much? No wonder the bonuses for that huge deal were so small.”

As their voices faded, I loosened my grip on the phone.

Suddenly, I remembered that day when Zac and I first got together. We had planned to see a movie.

But even after the credits rolled, he never showed up. Calls went unanswered.

I waited in the theater until nightfall before he finally sent me a single text. “There was a meeting at work I couldn’t get out of.”

Five minutes later, another message followed. “I don’t like movies. Don’t plan time-wasting activities like this again.”

So, it wasn’t that watching movies was a waste of time—it was watching them with me that was.

“Ding, ding.”

My phone suddenly rang. It was Zac.

My tense expression softened slightly as I answered.

“Take care of today’s incident with PR,” he said. “I don’t want this affecting Jenna.”

I pressed my lips together and said nothing.

Sensing my silence, Zac asked, “Did you handle the guests?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly.

Hearing this, Zac briefly reminded me to head home early before hanging up.

Staring at my now-dark phone screen, a thought crept into my mind.

“You don’t have to marry someone your parents approve of, but you should never marry someone they don’t.”

There were plenty of people eager to watch the drama surrounding the Quinn family, and even more hoping to take advantage of the situation.

By the time everything was dealt with, two days had passed.

As I stepped out of the office, I received a message from Zac asking me to meet him at the hospital.

The VIP suite was on the sixth floor. When I reached it, I was stopped by security.

“The sixth floor is a private area reserved for the Quinn family. No entry allowed.”

“I’m Zac Quinn’s fiancée. I’m here to see him,” I replied.

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment before saying, “Please wait,” and disappeared inside.

A moment later, the bodyguard returned and stepped aside. “Mr. Quinn said you may go in, but please keep quiet—Miss Quinn is resting.”

Inside the room, Zac, as composed and handsome as ever, leaned against the bed, casually flipping through a book. His arm was gently cradled by Jenna as she lay curled up on the bed. Sunlight streamed in at an angle, bathing the two of them in a soft, golden glow.

The scene was so serene and picture-perfect, it felt almost wrong to intrude.

“Nina.”

Zac glanced over at me, his brows furrowing slightly as our eyes met. He gave his arm a small tug, but when it didn’t budge, he lowered his voice and said, “Why did you come looking like this? It’s your first formal meeting with Jenna. You could’ve at least taken the time to tidy yourself up.”

Before I could respond, the girl at his side stirred with a soft whimper and slowly woke up.

Zac immediately lowered his head to check on her, his expression filled with concern. “Jenna, did we wake you?”

Jenna rubbed her eyes, her tone filled with mock annoyance. “Uncle Zac, you know how lightly I sleep, yet you let someone come in and disturb me.”

Zac coaxed her gently, his demeanor so tender that it caught me off guard.

The Zac Quinn I knew was always calm and composed, treating everything with an air of detachment. Even when it came to matters of romance, he rarely revealed much emotion.

After Zac spent some time coaxing her, Jenna finally shifted her gaze to me. “So, she’s going to be my future aunt? Uncle Zac, don’t tell me you’re still stuck on those outdated ideas about marrying a woman for her virtues. It’s the 21st century. How can you be so old-fashioned?”

Hearing yet another jab about my appearance, I instinctively glanced to the side.

In the reflection of the glass door, I saw myself—bloodshot eyes and an exhausted, haggard face.

No wonder Zac had made that comment earlier.