Joanna wiped away her tears and threw herself at Quinton, hugging his neck tightly.
"Uncle, you’re so handso.We want a hug, too!" Adie and Abby were amazed by Quinton’s looks too, and tried to reach up to hug him.
Children generally loved charming people.
When Adie and Abby saw Quinton for the first ti, they were frightened by his face and burst into tears, but now, they hugged and kissed him adoringly.
It was a beautiful and touching scene.
A week later, Quinton recovered and was discharged from the hospital.
He instinctively wanted to wear his mask, but was stopped by Joanna.
"Quinton, you no longer need it..." Joanna took his mask and put it in a box, then held his hand and smiled.
"Be brave, you’re going to be fine." Quinton nodded hesitantly.
"I’ll try my best." Putting on a mask was like wearing a disguise—behind a mask, you could be sobody else, but without it, everything was out in the open.
It wasn’t easy for Quinton to adjust to the sudden change.
Quinton was not a bad person, but he had been forced to do a lot of bad things because of his environnt.
After everything that had happened, he had no idea how to face the world as the rich, young heir of the Pierce family again.
"Quinton, I need to go settle the discharge procedure for you. Why don’t you walk around a bit? We can go ho after I’m done," Joanna offered gently, noticing how out of place Quinton was.
She decided to give him so space while she settled the hospital issues.
"Okay, thank you," Quinton whispered.
"Hey, I’m your sister. You don’t have to thank ." Joanna grinned at him, then went to the first floor.
Quinton changed out of his hospital gown and put on the linen button-down shirt Joanna had gotten for him.
He looked every bit the handso, young heir, and the young nurses in the hospital had quickly spread the news about him.
Many young won waited on him, giving him gifts or flirting with him.
Quinton had long gotten used to it.
He had gotten the sa kind of treatnt in the small fishing village.
Many young won there had wanted to marry him because of his charm and temperant, but he’d always known that the only woman he ever wanted to marry was Taylor.
Taylor was his sister who wasn’t bound by blood to him, and had always protected him like a guardian angel.
When his foster parents tried to hurt him, she would rush over imdiately to stop them.
She would even take the punishnt with him sotis.
If things had gone smoothly, he would have married her by now and even had kids.
Unfortunately...
Ace had appeared out of nowhere and ddled in their affair.
Quinton beca tense at the thought of Ace.
Yes, he did hate Ace, but the feeling wasn’t as strong now.
He knew that Taylor had just fallen in love with soone other than him, and there was nothing wrong with that.
It had just been his wishful thinking that they would get married, have kids, and she would be locked up by his side forever.
The more he thought about it, the more it beca clear that Taylor was the victim in this story.
Quinton made his way to a pond downstairs, his mind consud with thoughts of Taylor.
"Taylor..." He looked up, and his entire body froze.
It was as if ti had stopped, and his eyes grew wide in disbelief at what he saw before him.
The slim figure standing beside the pond was none other than Taylor.
"Ta... Taylor?" Quinton whispered in disbelief, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
Past mories engulfed him, and the image of her wild eyes as she held a knife over him flashed in his mind.
"Quinton, we’ll go to hell together!" Taylor whispered viciously as she held his neck tightly.
Quinton had sohow survived, and had managed to swim to a small island nearby.
He had been badly injured, and had been nursed back to health by the locals.
After that, he had lost contact with Taylor, and eventually received news that she had passed away.
His resentnt and bitterness grew, making him more paranoid and twisted after years of despair.
However, this recent near-death experience had changed him.
The second he saw Taylor, it was not hatred that overwheld him, but love.
Unfortunately, the woman just stared at the pond as if she had not heard Quinton.
"Ta..." Quinton approached her and tried to call out to her again, but suddenly, a man appeared.
The man ran over and held the woman’s shoulders dotingly.
" Why are you here? Let’s head back, okay? You just had surgery, and this cold wind isn’t good for you." "I’m sorry for making you worry, bro. It’s just boring in the ward. It’s alright, let’s go back." She turned and brushed past Quinton, leaving with the man.
"It wasn’t her." Quinton sighed sadly, looking lost.
He must have been hallucinating.
That woman looked like Taylor, but there was no way it could be her.
Taylor was long dead, and he was the reason behind it.
His heart ached painfully in his chest, and he clenched his fists and turned around to leave.
However, unbeknownst to him, it had indeed been Taylor.
She had co down for a stroll after she recovered.
Fear overca her when she noticed him, and she struggled to maintain her composure.
Quinton was her brother who had grown up with her, but he was also her enemy who ruined her family and killed her child.
Hatred blood in her, and she wanted to rush over to him and kill him, but she knew that she could never succeed given his power.
It was already a blessing if he did not kill her.
Taylor gritted her teeth, deep in thought as she hid in a corner.
At that mont, Joanna was looking for Quinton.
When she saw him by the pond, she hurried over to him, holding a pile of reports and IDs.
"Quinton, there you are! Everything’s done, so let’s head ho." "Thank you." Quinton turned to Joanna and forced a gentle smile onto his face.
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