PopularNovelChapter 1282 Quinn was totally clueless about all this stuff. She shot a puzzled look at Walter. "For real?" Walter said with a smile, "Does it even matter if it's true or not?" After the whole Alexander fiasco, Quinn had zero trust left in him, so whatever Abigail said was just noise.
Before, he tried every trick in the book to off Alexander and dodge any blame, just so Quinn wouldn't point fingers at him.
But now, those random assassins showing up had trashed all his plans, so when Quinn asked if he was happy, well...
Honestly, he was anything but happy.
This whole mess did him no favors.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis words were like a silent confession, making Quinn feel a mix of hate and anger towards him. Everything seemed to link back to him, yet he wasn't the direct cause. Abigail wasn't dead, and Alexander's vanishing act was someone else's doing.
As for his part in all this, he probably didn't even know himself.
Quinn thought it over and decided to head back to Amber Bay. Once there, she wouldn't have to deal with Walter anymore.
Right now, she couldn't even talk to him without losing it.
She turned and walked out, not wanting to be in the sroom as him.
Abigail followed her out, and they crashed in the lobby downstairs. They hadn't seen each other in ages, so they chatted all night.
Abigail did her best to comfort her, trying to prove Alexander was still alive, hoping Quinn could pull herself together in the days ahead. At dawn, Quinn dozed off on Abigail's shoulder.
Abigail draped her coat over Quinn. When she looked down and saw the tears still glistening at the corners of Quinn's eyes, it broke her heart.
Back in Amber Bay, Abigail had hoped Quinn could move on from Alexander and not be so torn up.
Abigail had thought Quinn would forget Alexander and start fresh, but she hadn't expected Quinn to still be heartbroken over Alexander after two years.
Abigail realized Quinn had truly fallen for Alexander.
Quinn had a long, weird dream, filled with all sorts of crazy scenes. She dreamed of her days with the Kennedy family, her tin Las Veges, and her moments in the forest with Alexander.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAll her experiences from childhood to now were tied to Alexander; he was in every part of her life.
During her tin Las Veges, she tried hard to ignore him and draw a clear line.
But that was because she knew Alexander was alive and kicking somewhere. When she thought of him, his vibrant image would pop into her mind. And if she wanted, she could just turn on a financial channel and see him. Now it was different. When she thought of him, she felt empty, her mind filled with the image of him lying in a pool of blood. Alexander might not even be in this world anymore.
No matter where she went, she couldn't find him.
Even in her dreams, she believed Alexander was dead, and shedfelth incredibly sad when she was with him. That sadness was even more intense than in real life.
Quinn opened her eyes, the light above stinging her eyes, and hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
om Sadness hit her like a tidal wave. She couldn't help but hug the blanket and cry her heart out.
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