Chapter: 1674
She decided to give him some space while she settled the hospital issues.
�Okay, thank you," Quinton whispered.
"Hey, I'm your sister. You don't have to thank me." Renee grinned at him, then went to the first floor.
Quinton changed out of his hospital gown and put on the linen button-down shirt Renee had gotten for him.
He looked every bit the handsome, young heir, and the young nurses in the hospital had quickly spread the news about him.
Many young women waited on him, giving him gifts or flirting with him.
Quinton had long gotten used to it. He had gotten the same kind of treatment in the small fishing village. Many young women there had wanted to marry him because of his charm and temperament, but he'd always known that the only woman he ever wanted to marry was Joanne.
Joanne 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 immediately to stop them. She would even take the punishment with him sometimes. If things had gone smoothly, he would have married her by now and even had kids.
Unfortunately...
Stefan had appeared out of nowhere and meddled in their affair. Quinton became tense at the thought of Stefan. Yes, he did hate Stefan, but the feeling wasn't as strong now.
He knew that Joanne had just fallen in love with someone 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 became clear that Joanne was the victim in this story. Quinton made his way to a pond downstairs, his mind consumed with thoughts of Joanne.
"Joanne..." He looked up, and his entire body froze.
It was as if time 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 Joanne.
"Jo... Joanne?" Quinton whispered in disbelief, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Past memories 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!" Joanne whispered viciously as she held his neck tightly. JrNovels.com
�Okay, thank you," Quinton whispered.
"Hey, I'm your sister. You don't have to thank me." Renee grinned at him, then went to the first floor.
Quinton changed out of his hospital gown and put on the linen button-down shirt Renee had gotten for him.
He looked every bit the handsome, young heir, and the young nurses in the hospital had quickly spread the news about him.
Many young women waited on him, giving him gifts or flirting with him.
Quinton had long gotten used to it. He had gotten the same kind of treatment in the small fishing village. Many young women there had wanted to marry him because of his charm and temperament, but he'd always known that the only woman he ever wanted to marry was Joanne.
Joanne 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 immediately to stop them. She would even take the punishment with him sometimes. If things had gone smoothly, he would have married her by now and even had kids.
Unfortunately...
Stefan had appeared out of nowhere and meddled in their affair. Quinton became tense at the thought of Stefan. Yes, he did hate Stefan, but the feeling wasn't as strong now.
He knew that Joanne had just fallen in love with someone 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 became clear that Joanne was the victim in this story. Quinton made his way to a pond downstairs, his mind consumed with thoughts of Joanne.
"Joanne..." He looked up, and his entire body froze.
It was as if time 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 Joanne.
"Jo... Joanne?" Quinton whispered in disbelief, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Past memories 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!" Joanne whispered viciously as she held his neck tightly. JrNovels.com
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