Rebirth of the Movie Queen: Mrs. Sinclair, Please Hug Me! Chapter 84: Family

Quinn returned to The Lowell Residence, her face still clouded.

"What’s wrong, Savannah? Did you run into trouble?" Mrs. Lowell noticed Quinn’s unusual expression and pulled her onto the sofa beside her.

She asked in a gentle tone, "If there’s any difficulty, just tell the family. Your dad and I are here to support you."

"Mom, it’s nothing. I just have to morize a script later, and it’s giving a bit of a headache." She rubbed her temples as she spoke, as if truly uncomfortable.

"Your dad is quite busy lately. If there’s anything with the crew, just tell Caron and let him handle it for you." Mrs. Lowell patted her daughter’s shoulder indulgently.

She understood her daughter well. From a young age, she’d never let her suffer any injustice. She had heard about those incidents in the entertainnt industry.

It’s been tough on the kid. She’s really grown up, not even asking the family for help now.

"Is Brother ho? Is he at ho now?" Quinn changed the subject; she didn’t want Mrs. Lowell to worry about her.

"Your brother is in his room; he just got back from the company." Mom Lowell was very relieved. Before, Savannah would never have ntioned Caron’s na. Her Savannah had really matured.

Her expression softened, and her tone beca more amiable, "Savannah, call Caron down for dinner. You must be hungry now that you’re back!"

"Okay, Mom, I’ll go now." Quinn felt warmth in her heart. It felt good to be with family.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Brother, are you busy? It’s Savannah here." Quinn knocked on the door, fearing Caron was busy and wouldn’t hear her, so she raised her voice.

"Brother, take a break, dinner is ready!"

Caron was indeed working on so docunts and was initially unsure upon hearing Quinn’s voice.

Was Savannah calling him for dinner? This girl had really changed her attitude towards him recently.

"Coming!" Caron quickly saved his docunt and walked out briskly.

When he opened the door, he saw Quinn in a white, high-neck wool sweater, her half-tied ponytail making her look gentle and full of youthful energy.

"Co on, Brother, let’s go downstairs!" Quinn smiled slightly, revealing a bit of her teeth, as she tugged on the still-dazed Caron.

"Ah, alright." Caron nodded blankly, letting Quinn pull him by the arm.

The room was periodically filled with laughter and chatter, a scene of warmth and bliss.

"Oh, I’m exhausted." Quinn took a bath, dried her hair, and sprawled out on the bed in a star shape.

Being with family was nice; it was just a pity Mr. Lowell wasn’t ho yet.

Mr. Lowell... Dad...

Thinking of her dad, Quinn felt like she had been plunged into icy water, mories flooding her mind.

And Ariana Lynch’s hateable face made Quinn feel out of control.

She rubbed her aching temples and sat up since she couldn’t sleep. She might as well imrse herself in the script.

Elias Sinclair stood by the window, hands half-supporting the window sill.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit without a wrinkle, his tall and slender figure and stern face unreadable at that mont.

Wasn’t Quinn trying to terminate the contract? He simply wouldn’t let her have her way.

Getting involved with him and expecting to leave unscathed?

Grandpa’s matters were still unresolved, not to ntion the money he invested hadn’t been made back yet.

This woman had given him quite a bit of trouble; he couldn’t let her have her way.

Quinn was the first woman bold enough to provoke him, Elias Sinclair.

His furrowed brows relaxed, and his expression softened quite a bit.

He withdrew his gaze from the window and walked to the computer desk, opening a file.

It was Quinn’s schedule.

Since The Sinclair Group had renewed the contract with Quinn, he naturally had access to her schedule.

In trying to please Boss Sinclair, Anna was thorough to the point of being ticulous.

Almost every ti slot’s arrangent was included.

He moved the mouse to scroll down further.

It seed this woman wasn’t completely useless; being able to sign with Dynasty Style Company showed she had so capability.

He then closed the computer, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Quinn didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but when she woke up, it was already morning.

Because of her awkward sleeping position, she felt quite uncomfortable, her neck slightly stiff.

"Ouch~" She twisted her neck, unable to contain a wince, "It hurts."

In this state, she couldn’t move around! But it wasn’t a big deal; she’d just have soone massage it.

Oh right, she’ll ask Caron; he’s a guy with strength.

"Brother, are you there?" Quinn called out as she descended the stairs, raising her voice.

"Miss, Young Master Grant is on the first floor," a servant cleaning the stairs quickly responded as Quinn ca down.

"Got it, thank you." Her tone was gentle and courteous.

The servant couldn’t help but widen her eyes, as if to confirm that the polite words really ca from the young lady.

Seeing this reaction, Quinn shook her head.

It seems Savannah’s character wasn’t very likable, even the servants didn’t like her; it really was a failure.

The pain in her neck made Quinn quicken her pace, naturally sitting in front of Caron.

"Brother, help out, I slept wrong last night, my neck is killing ."

She was dressed in light blue cotton pajamas, topped with a light-colored knitted cardigan, her hair casually tied at the back.

Her voice was soft and filled with reliance, as if he really were her biological brother.

Caron looked at Quinn tilting her neck with an uncomfortable expression and paused, but he still pulled out a chair for her.

"How could you be so careless? How should I help?" He looked a bit concerned and then asked, "Savannah, should I call a doctor?"

"Brother, it’s just a small issue." Quinn quickly refused and continued, "No need; if you don’t mind, just press it harder and twist it twice!"

"Like this!" She then gestured in the air, accidentally moving her head.

"Ouch~ just twist it this way, don’t hold back!"

Caron found Quinn’s gesturing and tilting quite endearing.

Was this really Quinn? In the past, if she accidentally cut her finger, she’d insist on calling a doctor.

And he’d never seen her with such expressions and deanor.

Seeing the girl in front of him with her back turned, as she adjusted her hair revealing her snowy neck.

Caron was about to reach out to massage Quinn’s neck when he suddenly stopped.

A different feeling started to stir in his heart, but he couldn’t quite understand it.

"Brother?"

Quinn’s puzzled voice brought Caron back to his senses.

Looking at the young girl’s clear profile, Caron chuckled. She was still his sister; her recent changes must have been so significant that he was having trouble adjusting.

He then gently placed his hand on her neck.