"The person you would never et again...’’ Clenching her fists, Joanna yearned to ask Quinton if it was Taylor, but didn’t, knowing it was a sensitive topic.
"Let’s talk about you instead, shall we?" Quinton said suddenly and flashed a smile at Joanna.
"I heard that the neurosurgeon operated on because of Ace.
Do you owe him a favor now, or is it ?" While peeling the apple, Joanna’s hand shook, and she cut her finger.
It started bleeding.
Quinton’s eyes grew wide, and he said anxiously, ’’Joanna, are you alright? Let have a look." He tried to get out of bed, but Joanna held him down.
She sighed and casually wrapped her finger with tissue.
"It’s no big deal. I’m not that delicate." After that, she continued peeling the apple and cut it into small pieces.
She picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to Quinton.
"Eat this." Quinton obeyed her and bit into the apple.
After that, he said, " Don’t avoid the subject.
How should we return Ace’s favor?" "It’s unnecessary." Joanna gritted her teeth, her eyes cold.
"It’s what he should do.
After all the things he’s done, it’s already generous of you to keep him alive." "You can’t say that."’ Quinton’s expression was complicated, and he sighed deeply.
"I’ve been fighting him for so many years, and there’s always so much damage done after.
We’re even now, especially since he willingly hired an expert to do my surgery.
He really is quite a generous man; I’ll look ungrateful if I keep holding on to past grudges." "Ugh, Quinton, you..." Quinton’s change caught Joanna off guard, and she looked frustrated.
"Before this, you told you wanted to fight him until the end.
What’s with the sudden change? Do you want to be his friend instead?" Joanna had struggled to get them to stop fighting each other back then, but now it was Quinton who wanted to make peace with Ace.
It filled her with trepidation.
"No, I won’t be his friend, but...
I think there’s no need for us to keep fighting.
After all, I can’t shift all the bla to him for what happened that year." Quinton frowned deeply.
Even though he didn’t want to recall the past, it was the objective thing to do.
After his perception changed, many things beca clearer.
"Umm...what are you referring to?" Joanna asked carefully.
"Are you trying to say that he was innocent?" Quinton stared at her strangely, then shook his head.
"Forget it. It was so long ago, and it’s no longer important who’s at fault.
Since you guys have buried the hatchet, you can make peace and stay out of each other’s lives." Joanna, however, was still angry at Ace for what he did to Quinton, but she had to hide it from Quinton.
If not, Quinton would not stop fighting against Ace.
The best outco was to live separately.
It was clear to her now that her previous fantasy of seeing their families beco close again was just wishful thinking.
"No, you must never stay out of his life." Quinton looked at Joanna apologetically.
"I knew that it was very hard on you after we reunited. You had a bright future with him but I...
It was all my fault, so I hope you can follow your heart regardless of . I won’t stop you no matter what choice you make."
"Umm, that..." Joanna knew what Quinton ant—he wanted her to get back together with Ace.
She might have considered that in the past, but now, she knew that they had no future together.
She couldn’t accept a sinister and cunning man who tried to kill her brother, and anyway, Ace and his family would never accept a person who had nearly killed him several tis.
Even if she tried to ignore him, she still saw news related to Ace.
[The president of Moran Group was attacked! His life is in danger, and he’s in a coma!] Those headlines were a constant reminder that she’d nearly killed Ace.
A vast chasm separated Ace and Joanna, and even their past together couldn’t bridge the gap.
Besides, he had forgotten all about her, so their past together was practically nonexistent now.
"Joanna, don’t stress. If you guys love each other, don’t hold back.
Don’t be like , and sacrifice your dignity for a lifeti’s worth of regret." Quinton looked crestfallen again.
"She hated even before she died.
I don’t even know if she had forgiven before she stabbed ." "Quinton, actually..." Feeling sorry for her brother, Joanna wondered if she should tell him that Taylor was alive and in the sa hospital as him.
However, a dical team ca in before she could say anything.
"It’s ti for us to remove the patient’s gauze." The doctor responsible for Quinton’s post-treatnt inford Joanna.
"O-Okay!"’ Joanna imdiately moved away to give the doctor space.
She looked on eagerly, but she still felt a little anxious.
Clara and Haze arrived soon, and Nancy and the children soon joined them.
They squeezed into the ward to watch the exciting scene together.
"Mr.Pierce, please relax.
I believe the surgery went well, and your recovery was good," the doctor said kindly as he carefully cut Quinton’s gauze open with scissors.
After that, the doctor slowly pulled off the layers of gauze.
A handso face with sharp features gradually erged from under the gauze, srizing the people watching.
Quinton had deep -set eyes, an aquiline nose, and a perfect jawline...
"Wow, you’re so handso!" Clara was the first to see his face, and her eyes grew wide in amazent.
"You’re the most handso man I’ve seen in the past few years! You’re much more charming than any idol." "He really is handso," Justin praised Quinton, then added teasingly, "You’re as handso as . I don’t mind marrying you if I can’t marry Phoenix." "Quinton..." Joanna looked at her brother, tears blurring her vision.
"Joanna, what do you think?" Quinton was a little tense because he wasn’t wearing a mask.
His body trembled, and he looked down anxiously.
"You look amazing! I think I don’t deserve to be your sister anymore," Joanna choked out, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.
Quinton smiled at her gratefully.
"No, I don’t deserve to be your brother." "No way! You’re the best and most handso brother in the whole wide world!"
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