Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 58

“Aurora.”

“Don’t call me by my name. It’s disgusting.”

Aurora pushed herself up from the couch, her legs aching as she left the study.

She didn’t spare a single glance at the bookshelf, even though someone had carefully arranged the books there just for her.

Daniel stood in silence for a long time after she left.

Aurora wasn’t allowed to contact anyone from the outside world. She didn’t have a phone of her own, and borrowing one from the staff was out of the question.

All she could do was read or watch television.

Daniel came home for dinner every night, but whenever he was there, Aurora stayed upstairs.

She’d even moved into the small bedroom down the hall, locking the door each time she went in.

Daniel never saw her face—he only heard about her day and whether she’d eaten from the housekeeper.

Days passed this way.

The housekeeper told him Aurora barely ate, and she looked noticeably thinner.

One afternoon, Aurora saw Daniel’s car pull into the driveway. She went upstairs to her room.

Usually, whenever Daniel came home, he’d knock on her door—even though he knew she wouldn’t answer or let him in, he kept trying.

But today, it was the housekeeper who knocked.

Aurora opened the door.

The housekeeper’s voice sounded hesitant. “Mr. Quinn said, if you’d like to celebrate your grandmother’s birthday, you should come down for dinner.”

Aurora dug her nails into her palm.

Of course—her grandmother’s birthday was coming up.

She wondered how well the Quinn family had managed to keep things from her grandmother, whether she knew anything at all…

At that moment, Aurora missed her grandmother so much it hurt.

She went downstairs.

It was the first time she’d seen Daniel in days since everything had happened.

He looked as polished as ever—standing in the living room, phone in hand, posture impeccable, every inch the man of privilege.

He turned at the sound of her footsteps.

Their eyes met.

Aurora looked away, her expression indifferent. She walked to the table and pulled out a chair.

The table was set with a feast—all her favorites.

“You plan on seeing your grandmother like this? You want her to worry about you?”

Aurora clenched her fists. Her grandmother was the one person she worried about most.

But she had no way to reach the outside world.

Her only chance to see her grandmother would be at the birthday celebration in a few days.

“If I eat, will you take me?” She turned to him, speaking to him seriously for the first time.

Daniel nodded. “Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll eat.”

Aurora picked up her fork again and forced herself to eat the cold fish, one small bite at a time.

She even reached for more food on her own.

She ate quickly and almost desperately, as if afraid Daniel might change his mind.

But in her rush, she choked.

She clapped a hand over her mouth, coughing violently, her slender fingers gripping the fork tighter and tighter, knuckles turning white.

Tears spilled down her cheeks.