Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 475: The Truth Behind the Injury

Thinking that she now had a partner just as deep-minded, Ariana Lynch smiled slightly, filling their teacups: "Here’s to a pleasant collaboration."

"To a pleasant collaboration."

As soon as the words fell, the crisp sound of teacups clashing was heard. In the office, the two beautiful won with the sa ambition exchanged knowing smiles.

After leaving the Lockwood Group, lody Shepherd bought so gifts to bring to The Sinclair Residence to et with Mrs. Sinclair.

"Why do you keep bringing gifts, child? It should be Aunt Sinclair giving you things." Mrs. Sinclair, holding a finely crafted custom scarf, feigned displeasure, chiding lody Shepherd.

"The mont I saw this design, it struck as perfect for you, so I bought the design straight from the designer. I don’t know if you’ll like it..."

"I know you never lack these things, but it’s just a token of my appreciation. Although we’re both in ridia, we don’t see each other often." lody Shepherd looked at Mrs. Sinclair with slightly downcast eyes, seemingly worried that she might not like the gift.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sinclair sighed helplessly and gently patted lody Shepherd’s hand, saying, "I’m delighted; how could I not like your gift? I know you’re busy with work."

"Sotis when you’re free, your uncle and I are off to different places for etings or consulting on projects... it’s hard to et face-to-face."

"Yes, I even heard you almost got caught in a terrorist attack when you reached a small country. Even though it was the governnt’s issue, it was terrifying." lody Shepherd grasped Mrs. Sinclair’s hand tightly as if still frightened.

"Next ti you and your uncle go out, bring more bodyguards. Look at Elias; he was seriously injured saving Miss Lowell. If the rcenaries hadn’t arrived in ti, who knows..." lody Shepherd bit her lip and stopped.

She sighed, her brows furrowed with worry, but a fleeting trace of triumph at the corners of her mouth was too quick to catch.

"What are you saying? Elias was injured saving Savannah Lowell?"

"What happened?" Hearing the real reason behind her son’s injury, Mrs. Sinclair’s initially smiling face turned dark, her brows knitted tightly.

lody Shepherd hesitated, her eyes dodging to the side, not daring to et Mrs. Sinclair’s: "I... wasn’t..."

"Explain clearly, with no omissions!" Seeing lody Shepherd’s evasive deanor, Mrs. Sinclair realized it was not straightforward.

Mrs. Sinclair looked at lody Shepherd sternly, clearly awaiting her answer.

lody Shepherd stamred, blinking rapidly, seemingly eager to speak but struggling to find the right way.

After pausing for a while, lody Shepherd slowly answered Mrs. Sinclair’s question: "Miss Lowell was kidnapped by so n, and Elias got injured rescuing her..."

"Apparently, that night, Miss Lowell and Elias had a quarrel. Elias waited at the set until late at night for Miss Lowell before going ho together..."

Upon hearing lody Shepherd’s words, Mrs. Sinclair’s fury flared up, and she slamd the table: "I knew sothing was up! Our family couldn’t possibly be targeted by ruffians!"

"Always out fooling around, now these n have caused Elias to get hurt. It’s simply..."

"Simply outrageous!"

Mrs. Sinclair’s face was livid with anger, her breathing erratic. Hearing lody Shepherd say Quinn Lockwood was kidnapped by n, she directly associated it with her chaotic, unsavory relationships.

If it weren’t for her promiscuity, how could she have been kidnapped for revenge?

Seeing Mrs. Sinclair’s fury, lody Shepherd hurriedly patted her back, gently comforting: "Aunt Sinclair, don’t be angry. Miss Lowell has changed now."

"Although she did stalk Elias, drugged, and seduced him in the past, she was immature then. She’s truly changed now and gets along well with Elias."

lody Shepherd spoke with a slightly increased speed and a resolute tone, clearly eager to prove Quinn Lockwood’s innocence.

Her face was worried and urgent, but a hard-to-detect sharpness flickered at the corner of her mouth.

"Disgusting! She did such repulsive things!" Mrs. Sinclair could no longer tolerate it. She didn’t know the real reason Elias Sinclair married Savannah Lowell, thinking it was a match made by the old master as part of a family alliance, unaware that her son was manipulated into it.

No.

She absolutely could not allow such a woman of poor character into the Sinclair family. Regardless of Savannah Lowell being the Cloudfall Group’s heir or the implications for their collaboration, she would drive Quinn Lockwood out of the Sinclair family.

Mrs. Sinclair abruptly stood up, striding quickly toward the door, her intense anger lingering long after.

"Aunt Sinclair, where are you going? Wait for ." lody Shepherd hurriedly followed, her beautiful, gentle face bearing an oddly incongruous expression.

lody Shepherd ultimately didn’t catch up to Mrs. Sinclair.

Due to her overwhelming anger and dissatisfaction with Quinn Lockwood, Mrs. Sinclair rushed out at the fastest speed, leaving no chance for lody Shepherd to follow, quickly getting into the car and heading to the hospital to find Elias Sinclair.

lody Shepherd stood at the Sinclair Residence’s gate, watching the direction of Mrs. Sinclair’s car disappear, raising an eyebrow like a victor, then got into her car.

There was no need for her to go to the hospital. She had said all she needed to. The rest was up to Aunt Sinclair.

When Mrs. Sinclair arrived at the hospital room, Quinn Lockwood wasn’t there; she was with Angus at the pharmacy getting oral dication for the coming days.

"Elias, you should divorce Savannah Lowell as soon as possible. Such a woman is unworthy to enter the Sinclair family, let alone be its mistress."

"If I knew she used such disgusting ans to marry you, I would have never allowed her to step into the Sinclair family!" Mrs. Sinclair stood beside the bed, her anger deeply etched, her brows knitted.

Elias Sinclair lay half-reclined on the bed, his gaze lowered to the bed’s edge. Though he said nothing to contradict Mrs. Sinclair, his gloomy expression spoke volus of his impatience.