PopularNovelChapter 1294 Quinn and Abigail spotted none other than Freya.
She was holding the hand of a little kid, maybe four or five years old, named Peanut. The kid's eyes were kinda blank, and he had this gnarly scar running from his face down to his neck, clearly a burn mark. Peanut clung to Freya's hand like his life depended on it, sticking close to her.
Maybe they were staring too hard, 'cause Freya looked up and saw them. The second she saw Quinn, her face changed, and she quickly pulled Peanut behind her.
Freya had done a ton of nasty stuff to Quinn before, so seeing Quinn freaked her out. She was scared Quinn might cfor payback.
She had gone to Vegas earlier but didn't find Walter, so she cback.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe card Alexander gave her didn't have much cash, just a few hundred thousand bucks, and she blew most of it on the trip. She still needed to get Peanut to a doctor, and now she was almost broke.
She had no power, no influence, and a criminal record. Finding a job was nearly impossible, so she was stuck doing the crappiest work, like washing dishes or cleaning. The tiny paycheck was nowhere near enough for Peanut's medical bills. She couldn't handle Quinn's revenge now; Quinn could easily make her life even worse. After hesitating for a bit and seeing Quinn still staring, Freya had no choice but to suck it up and walk over to Quinn with Peanut.
For a moment, they just stood there, not knowing what to say.
Finally, Freya broke the silence, her face a mix of emotions, "Quinn." Quinn replied, "When did you get out of prison?" "About six months ago," Freya answered.
"Tflies," Quinn said, feeling a bit nostalgic.
Freya bit her lip and mustered up the courage to say, "I'm sorry for everything before. It might be too late to say this now. If you still hate me, I'll do anything. Just please don't make things hard for Peanut. He's so young and already so pitiful." Quinn glanced at Peanut, struggling to connect this scarred kid with the cute little boy from before.
But his eyes did look a bit like Walter's. If they weren't so vacant, they'd be pretty striking.
"He looks kinda similar," Quinn mumbled.
Freya's face changed, thinking Quinn was mocking her, but then Quinn added, "I mean his eyes." Freya instinctively looked at Peanut, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "How is that possible?" she asked. She couldn't see any resemblance to herself in Peanut.
"I mean Walter," Quinn clarified.
Freya was stunned again, then her face lit up a bit. "That's even more impossible," she said.
Alexander had shown her a paternity test before; Peanut wasn't Walter's kid at all.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmQuinn didn't know about this. She just felt a strong resemblance when she first saw those eyes.
"He doesn't seem quite right. What's wrong with him?" Quinn asked.
"You noticed too? The doctor said it's carbon monoxide poisoning, causing mental impairment, Freya replied. "Can it be treated?" Quinn asked again. Looking down at Peanut, Freya answered, "The doctor gave soptions, but none have a 100% cure rate." Even if there was only a 10% chance, Freya was willing to try. But the cheapest option the doctor gave was still way out of her budget.
"As long as there's a chance," Quinn said.
To say she didn't resent Freya would be a lie, but she didn't have the energy for revenge. Besides, Freya was already in a miserable state and didn't need her to make it worse. Just surviving with Peanut took all of Freya's effort. So Quinn wouldn't seek revenge, nor would she offer any help.
Freya, who used to be all noble and graceful, now dressed plainly her face tired with white strands in her hair, looking way older than her age. There was no need for Quinn to seek revenge.
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