There was still a faint scar on Quinton's face that ran from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his lips, but it was a perfect surgery otherwise. The mark could easily be covered with concealer.

Rubbing the faint scar, she asked, "Does it still hurt?" Quinton covered her hand with his and smiled, shaking his head.

"No, not anymore." Renee narrowed her eyes and growled, "Ugh, we should've never let that petty Stefan off the hook!"

"My feud with him has long been resolved.

He hurt my face, and I nearly killed him.

What's more, I wouldn't have woken up this time if not for him, so don't hate him because of me," Quinton quickly reassured her, not wanting her to hate Stefan even more.

"Ah, there are a lot of things you don't know," Renee murmured, and sighed softly.

After washing up, Renee went downstairs and had breakfast with her family.

"It's been so long since this manor has been this lively. I'm sure the late Mr. and Mrs.

Everheart would be very glad if they could see this," Margaret commented, her eyes teary. She had woken up early to prepare breakfast for them.

�Well, I'm sure our manor will always be lively like this. Our family will get stronger, and we'll stay together forever," Renee declared happily.

"Yes, we'll always be together!" Adie and Abby echoed cheerfully.

After breakfast, Margaret drove Adie and Abby to school. Quinton was lounging in a chair, reading a book.

Renee watched her brother for a while, then stood up and said quickly, "Quinton, you've just recovered. Stay home and rest; I'll come home soon." Quinton looked up from his book, and stared at Renee contemplatively.

"Are you.... going to see her?"

"Yeah..." Renee hung her head, but didn't deny it. She knew that she couldn't hide anything from her brother.

"I'm going with you," Quinton said firmly as he put his book down and got to his feet.

�You're going with me?" Renee gaped at him, unsure of what to do.

Quinton raised an eyebrow at her.

"Is it inconvenient?"

�No, I'm just afraid you can't take it..." Heaving a sigh, Renee confessed, "Listen.

Joanne's not the same as before. She's suffered a lot, and she's a different person now. Maybe she isn't the pure young woman you remember, and she may hate you more than you think. I think it's a bit dangerous for you both to meet spontaneously like this."

She still remembered how Joanne yearned to kill Quinton. Besides, after all the torture Joanne had been through, it was possible that she blamed Quinton for all her suffering.

"It's fine, I can accept it. Even if she wants to stab me again, it's what I deserve," Quinton explained calmly, his hands in his pockets. JrNovels.com