Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 428: A Sense of Familiarity

"Mr. Lockwood, be careful." Quinn Lockwood supported Mr. Lockwood’s arm, her fair fingertips slightly curled.

Mr. Lockwood seed startled by the recent encounter, pressing harder against his chest, a fleeting trace of pain on his face.

"Thank you." He turned around to see who it was, and upon recognizing Quinn, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, followed by a warm and amiable smile.

"Child, it’s you." Mr. Lockwood turned around, gently patting Quinn Lockwood on the shoulder with affection.

Quinn smiled gently and nodded. The instant she t Mr. Lowell’s gaze, she felt like she turned into an infant in a cradle.

The feeling was so peculiar, bringing a serene calmness like a leaf floating on a tranquil lake, only to be gently stirred by an occasional breeze.

"Chairman, is your heart condition acting up again? Did you see a doctor? How is it, is it nothing serious?" Quinn Lockwood, a bit anxious, bombarded him with several questions, eager to confirm that Mr. Lockwood was in good health.

Mr. Lockwood was montarily taken aback by Quinn’s barrage of questions. After a slight pause, his smile beca even more amiable, with a touch of warmth.

"It’s just an old problem. As people age, ah, they tend to have these issues. It’s nothing major."

"What about you, child? Why are you back at the hospital? Is anyone in the family sick?" Mr. Lockwood looked at Quinn Lockwood with so concern, wondering if Franklin Lowell’s health was at stake.

After all, both of them were getting on in years. Like himself, Franklin Lowell had been too driven when young, leaving him with quite a few ailnts.

Quinn shook her head, her tone slightly soft as she told Mr. Lockwood, "It’s not my father, it’s ..."

"I had a cold a few days ago, yes, caught a chill while playing outside, and ended up with a cold." Quinn quickly ca up with this excuse in a flash, after all, she couldn’t possibly tell Mr. Lockwood that she got rained on after a fight with Elias Sinclair, right?

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lockwood’s thick eyebrows furrowed instantly, his expression a sincere worry: "A cold is not to be underestimated, one of my friends who is an expert in Chinese dicine sent a box of herbs for boosting immunity, I’ll have soone send it to the Sinclair Family."

Quinn was a bit surprised, opening her mouth in disbelief, before quickly shaking her head and saying, "No need, no need, thank you so much, Chairman. I’m really fine now; I can’t accept such a valuable gift from you."

After all, they were the herbs Mr. Lockwood’s expert friend had given him for his own health. How could she accept them?

"Why can’t you accept it? Look at you, so slender, your health is probably a bit delicate. Ariana is sturdier than you but still gets little ailnts now and then."

"Child, you don’t have to call Chairman anymore, you can call Uncle Lockwood or Uncle Jonathan." Mr. Lockwood gently pressed down Quinn’s hand that was refusing his offer, affectionately patting her shoulder.

"I’ve felt a special affection for you since the day we t, a sense of familiarity, like you are my daughter too."

Hearing this, Quinn could no longer suppress the wave of emotions swirling within her.

I am... I am your daughter.

"I really like you too, Uncle Jonathan. To Savannah, you also feel like a father." Quinn looked at Mr. Lockwood with bright eyes, trying hard to suppress the urge to hug him.

It’s so hard, having a father right in front of you and yet unable to acknowledge him.

Mr. Lockwood’s smile deepened at Quinn’s words, as he leaned closer to her, pretending to joke: "Don’t let your father hear that; he’s famous for doting on his daughter. If he knew I held such an important place in your heart, he might get so jealous that he’d co to the Lockwood Group to find trouble with ."

"Alright, child, I have to consult with Director Warren, the ti is almost up. I’ll have soone send the items over soon, be sure to take them."

Mr. Lockwood smiled, glanced at his watch, and shook his head slightly as if with a little helplessness.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Jonathan. I’ll make sure to finish it all." Quinn nodded earnestly, as if promising sothing important.

She reluctantly watched Mr. Lockwood leave until his figure completely disappeared around the corner.

Why... why are my eyes starting to tear up again?

Quinn sniffed, tilting her head back to urge the oncoming tears to retreat.

After completing the discharge procedures, Quinn returned to the ward to find Elias Sinclair already waiting inside, with all the packed items on the bed gone.

"Have you handled the procedures? Didn’t we agree to wait for to co back?" Elias’s gaze fell on the bill in Quinn’s hand, asking in a low voice.

Quinn glanced at him, her voice flat as she replied, "I just wanted to get ho early to rest."

With that, Quinn stopped interacting with Elias, going to the coat rack to fetch her bag and hang it over her shoulder.

The man’s gaze lowered slightly. He took off his suit jacket and walked towards Quinn, taking the bag hanging from her shoulder and draped the jacket over her.

"Then let’s go ho now. I was planning to take you to dinner at a succulent place, but since you want to go ho, I’ll just have them pack so and send it to the house." Elias adjusted the collar around Quinn, casually hanging her pale pink handbag over his shoulder.

The man was tall and upright, his black shirt fitting so perfectly it seed to grow on him. The contrasting bag on his shoulder was dainty and delicate against his noble deanor, surprisingly blending into a sense of gentle tenderness and indulgence.

So part of Quinn’s heart felt suffocated, carried away by an indescribable feeling that enveloped her entirely.

Upon returning ho, Grandpa Sinclair and Nina Sinclair sat worriedly on the living room couch, waiting for Quinn to co ho. There was a beautifully packaged box on the table, containing the herbs sent by Mr. Lockwood.

"Savannah, how did you get sick without telling Grandpa? If Jonathan hadn’t sent the dicine, how long would you have hidden it from ?" Grandpa Sinclair greeted her with his cane the mont she walked in, lovingly scanning her from top to bottom.

"Grandpa, it’s just a minor cold, nothing serious." Quinn quickly supported his arm, her gaze lingering on the red box on the table, a faint complexity crossing her eyes.