Joanna ultimately failed to obtain any additional information from Quinton.
"Fine. If you’re not going to tell , I’ll just have to figure it out myself!" She stated obstinately.
She had always assud that the Pierce family’s downfall was due to comrcial rivalry, which led them to bankruptcy. She had always blad it on society.
But suddenly, there was a legitimate explanation behind it. Quinton’s past, the Pierce family’s bankruptcy, and even the loss of her parents were not as simple as she had imagined.
"Silly girl, if you want to find out for yourself, you can. Just don’t be too depressed when you do..."
He sighed while his skillful hands prepared the food. "The closer you are to the truth, the more hurt it will bring."
"No, I disagree. It hurt the most to be lied to and treated like an idiot. I’m almost 30, not a fragile flower that needs protection. I’m not actually as weak as you’d like to believe."
Joanna’s eyes were filled with passion, and she stated firmly, "Besides, I’m not a flower!"
Quinton was nearly through with his preparation for dinner when Joanna began acting suspiciously.
"Quinton, wait for for a while. I wish to invite a guest to join us. Is that okay?"
Quinton grimaced and scoffed at the suggestion. "This is our first al together. Why are you inviting unimportant people?"
"No. They’re very vital to the Pierces. Maybe they’ll tell us what happened before."
"In that case, I’d be delighted to invite them over. Go swiftly and co back."
The restaurant of Carmine Pawnshop was thed like the Elizabethan period. The vermilion dining table and chairs and the ink drawings on the walls symbolize grandeur and elegance beneath the gentle light.
Quinton had prepared a variety of delicious foods on the circular table.
He sat on the main seat, montarily checking his watch as his frustration gradually increased with the waiting.
’Could it be that she dislikes and made up an excuse to run away?’ he pondered.
"n, go and see if my sister is back. If she hasn’t returned, think of a ans to get her back to quickly!" His face was tense as he commanded his subordinate.
He was wearing his famous black and white face mask. Even so, it couldn’t hide his perfectly outlined lips and jawline.
Even though he grew up in a small fishing village, Quinton had a charming face that people around him admired, even though he grew up in a small fishing village.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to claim that if he hadn’t founded Carmine Pawnshop, he could still earn handsoly with his face and wouldn’t have had to worry about running out of money for the rest of his life.
However, it was a sha that his lovely face had been ruined. The twisted scar extended from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right lip. It was like a mark of his trangressions, burning away the last bit of good he had in his heart.
Joanna was his only hope for redemption, so he was understandably concerned about her.
When his subordinates went through the door and saw Joanna with an older lady, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Miss Pierce, you’ve returned. The boss is about to cause carnage if you hadn’t!"
"Carnage?"
Joanna thought it was amusing, unable to connect the image of Quinton in an apron to the word carnage. "Is he that dramatic?" she asked, laughing.
"We can’t say for sure, Miss Pierce. You’ll realize it in the future. Please hurry to the restaurant!"
"Nancy, mind your step," Joanna warned as she proceeded to the restaurant.Nancy followed Joanna carefully, and her ideals about how she saw the world reiterated themselves many tis along the road.
"What is this place, Miss Joan? Why is everything so chaotic? Everyone here appears to be frightening. Is this a dangerous place?" She delicately inquired, pulling on the corner of Joanna’s clothing.
"Nancy, relax a little. It is very chaotic here. Out of all the places in the City, this is the most dangerous, as there are no boundaries. But don’t worry because soone is looking after us, and no one will attempt to hurt us."
"Taking care of us?"
As Nancy was lost in confusion, Joanna pushed open the double-carved log door of the restaurant and walked in with a smile.
"Joanna, you’re finally back. Quickly sit down and eat. The food is starting to get cold."
Quinton, irritated earlier, imdiately brightened up, and his gaze softened and gentled.
When he saw Nancy behind Joanna, he grew concerned and grimaced. "Who is she?"
The Carmine Pawnshop wasn’t a public park that allowed any random person to enter.
"This is Nancy, my nanny. She has been caring for Mother since Mother married into the Pierce family until you and I were born. She’s been looking after until now. Nancy is like my mother to , the closest relative I have." Joanna held Nancy’s arm affectionately, as if she were holding her mother’s arm, and sincerely introduced her to Quinton.
"Nice to et you, Nancy." He watched her before cautiously holding out her hand and greeting her.
"You’re Mr. Quinton?"
Nancy was so taken aback that she remained stunned, unsure how to respond.
Joanna had been preparing her, but as she stared at him standing before her, she felt it was too unbelievable to be true.
"Nancy, since you know my na, you should know how I beca an orphan, right?"
Quinton was emotional.
Although his adoptive mother said that she discovered him in the garbage, it looked now that things weren’t as way it was.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have coincidentally nad him after his real na.
"Master Quinton, this is so unbelievable. Are you really Master Quinton?"
Nancy’s eyes turned bright red as tears pooled around them.
She braced herself and pulled Quinton closer to examine him. After a while, she choked and cried, "The doctor did declare that you were not breathing, and I rember how devastated Mr. and Mrs. Pierce was then. I’m amazed you’re still alive!"
"I recall Susan telling that you were born with your umbilical cord wrapped around your neck, leading you to die."
Joanna had absolutely no recollection of her twin brother. She would not have known she had a brother if it hadn’t been for Susan’s ntion of Quinton.
The reason for that was that the Pierce family had kept the tragic death of their son a secret.
It was a wound that no one was allowed to touch!
"The reality is, Mr. Quinton did not die shortly after birth. Nurous things happened in between. It’s also one of Mr. and Mrs. Pierce’s greatest regrets. They instructed everyone to keep it a secret so no one really knew what had happened."
Nancy sighed deeply. Her mind wandered back to 28 years ago.
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