Play hard to get

It was then that Quinn began piecing it all together. The evidence had been glaringly obvious, almost too perfect as if someone had orchestrated it all, ensuring he would see and believe every detail. But his foster mother? Why would she do that? She had always appeared to advocate for Belle. Unless… 

"My foster mother hates Belle?" He asked aloud, the realization dawning on him. 

"Obviously! Honestly, you are even more naive than Belle. You two are a perfect match—except not anymore," Mia noted, sighing as she crossed her arms. She couldn't help but feel bad for them. One was gullible, the other too soft. How could their relationship have ever stood a chance? 

"What about her sneaking out? Was that also a setup?" Quinn inquired further, his mind racing.