The atmosphere instantly turned solemn as the air grew thick with sorrow.
"Can you tell what exactly happened back then?" Quinton asked, lowering his voice. "Even though the Pierce family abandoned , I have the right to know the truth."
"No, it’s not like that, Mr. Quinton. Please don’t misunderstand Mr. and Mrs. Pierce. They never abandoned you. They loved you just as much as they loved Miss Joan. However, an accident did happen that year."
With a sad face and enduring heartache, Nancy told them the tragic events that happened 28 years ago.
"At that ti, everyone was happy that Mrs. Pierce was pregnant with twins. They picked the greatest private hospital for your and Miss Joan’s arrival on the day of your birth. Finally, both of you were born safely. But then a gang of thugs burst into the delivery room and kidnapped you and Miss Joan. Madam had just given birth to you two and was weak, so she could only protect Miss Joan and watch you being taken away by those people..."
"Damn it!"
Joanna was furious. "Those people were far too brave. I recall that that ti was the peak period for the Pierce family. We were once The Great Eight of the City. Only the Moran family ca close to our wealth. How were those people so bold?"
"Yes. We want to know too how could they be so brave!"
Nancy gritted her teeth, and her body shuddered with wrath. "At that ti, Mrs Pierce was so depressed and lost so much blood that she almost died. The Pierce family exerted all their might to locate Mr. Quinton, but there was no news at all in the end."
"After three months, Mrs. Pierce was diagnosed with depression because she missed Mr. Quinton so much." She tried to end her life nurous tis but was unsuccessful. Mr Pierce completely lost interest in continuing the business. It was then that the Pierce family began its road to downfall. Several families saw the opportunity and stole the Pierce family’s businesses!"
"Then I was abandoned in a small village and never t my parents anymore?"
"No. At that ti, the Morans had a good relationship with the Pierces as they were the only family who didn’t take advantage of them. Mr. Moran utilized his contacts to locate you in an abandoned factory. But..."
Nancy shook her head slowly. "But we were late. When you were transported to the hospital, you had stopped breathing. The Pierce family buried you beside the mountain and river and cleaned up all your traces, and left just a quilt as a nto that you existed. Soon after, it was as if you had never existed."
"Hahaha. Is that my destiny to never exist before?" Quinton questioned with a sad face.
He couldn’t understand why his life had been so difficult since birth.
It wasn’t always because he chose the bad path but because he was already in a dark path from the beginning.
"Did they find out who kidnapped ?" His face was flushed as he choked and questioned Nancy.
"No."
She shook her head again. "Because there was still Miss Joan to look after, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce decided to stop thinking about it, and none of us ever ntioned you anymore."
Joanna sympathized with Quinton. She patted his shoulders and comforted him, "Brother, believe , they might say they want to forget you, but they never once forgot you. I’ve always seen Mother holding onto the quilt and crying. I didn’t know why then, but it appeared because they missed you."
She had always assud that the quilt with the unique print had been used to wrap her, but she recently discovered that it was also used on Quinton.
"Of course, I’m aware that they never forgot about . It’s just that they have no idea I’m still alive. I’ve never blad them, I only loathe the people who took away."
Quinton clenched his fist, his eyes filled with rage. "I’m guessing the person who took away, bankrupted the Pierce family and killed Mom and Dad is the sa person."
"How co you’d say that? Do you have any clues?" Joanna asked sharply.
"I have so, but I’m unsure... I’ll let you know when I get solid evidence."
Quinton Pierce turned sullen as he once again cleverly avoided the subject.
"..."
Joanna, too, had no desire to pursue it. She did not want to put any more pressure on Quinton, as she felt that he was already under enough. Besides, no matter what, she would find a way to get to the bottom of the truth and find out what actually happened herself anyway.
She swore that the Pierce family would be avenged!
It ended up being a dinner that was filled with warmth and happiness for Joanna. Her heart was bursting with so much bliss and joy that she was almost moved to tears a few tis.
"I have a brother now! I actually have a brother!"
What a wonderful feeling it was to find that she had a close family mber again! No longer was she duckweed floating aimlessly without any roots to anchor it down.
"The Pierce Residence is in a sorry state right now," she told Quinton, "but I’m determined to rebuild it, and when it’s done, you and I, along with Adie and Abby, will move into the house and live together as a family."
Joanna raised her glass towards Quinton and excitedly ardently said, "Welco ho, brother!"
"Yes," Quinton replied, also raising his glass, "I’m finally ho. Soon, the City will belong to the Pierce family!"
By that point, tears had been streaming down Nancy’s cheeks. She wiped her tears with a tissue and said, "General Pierce, Mr. Pierce, Madam... You’re seeing this too, aren’t you? God has
been watching over us. Master Quinton is still alive! Glory awaits the future of the Pierce family! All of you may rest in peace now..."
As the dinner was about to co to a close, Chase Cheever stood at the dining room door shuffling on his feet, looking as if he was hesitant to say sothing.
Quinton had long noticed the man’s presence and so asked him in a vexed tone, "What are you doing standing at the door like a clown?! What’s happening? Stop wasting ti and give the report!"
Chase entered the dining room with his head hung low. He was so nervous that his fists were balled tightly.
"Forgive , boss. I’ve tried my best, but that impostor is too cunning. He didn’t take the bait, so I think I... I won’t be able to lure him out."
"Useless *ss!" Quinton hurled his wine glass violently at Chase’s head, looking disgruntled. "So your eyes aren’t the only worthless part of your body. I think I should just scoop out your brain and feed it to the dogs!"
In the past, Chase Cheever had always been resolute and decisive, nothing at all like the timid and fumbling man that resembled the feeble and sensitive poet he had beco. Evidently, that impostor must have been so inept that he turned a slick jackal into a lazy lapdog. What a pitiful waste of a rare talent!
Chase dropped to his knees with a loud thud in front of Quinton and once again placed himself in a perilous position right on the cusp of a deadly storm.
"It’s all my fault, Boss! I fully admit to it. You may punish however you see fit, so long as it calms your anger!"
But Joanna rely sipped her wine nonchalantly and asked Chase in a aningful tone, "Were you really unable to lure him out, Chase? Or were you just unwilling?"
"..."
Chase fell silent and made no effort to refute Joanna.
She was right, he could have lured the impostor out if he wanted to, but he was simply reluctant. He had developed an attachnt to the impostor in the last four years, and even if he was not the real Mr. Q, his talents and capabilities were definitely real, so how could he have the heart to lure him out to die?
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