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She looked at Quinn’s tight jawline and finally understood why he had been tight–lipped when she asked about his brother.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the table, the screen lit up, it was a message from Tessa.
“Ms. Rehbein! The people from the gallery across the street came over and started a fight, saying we were stealing their customers! Caspar and Darnell both got hurt!”
Andrea’s breath caught in an instant.
She clenched her phone with fingertips turning white, forcing a smile.
“Uncle, aunt, I have some urgent work matters to attend to, so I have to excuse myself first.”
Quinn was also getting ready to stand up.
“What’s wrong?”
Andrea busily grabbed his shoulder.
“There was a little trouble at the gallery, it’s okay, I’ll make a phone call first.”
The moment the door of the compartment closed, Quinn leisurely put down his fork.
He looked up at Patrick, whose face was pale.
“Dad, some things need to be clarified.”
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He tapped on the table with his fingers, cach tap hitting Patrick’s heart.
“When I was ten, I was kidnapped for three months. If it weren’t for my mom being generous and not making a big deal out of it, she even helped you suppress the news.”
“Your mistress who you hide outside, the things she did, and your son, all of that had already reached Rafael’s ears.”
Patrick’s eyes were filled with anger.
“What do you want to say?”
Quinn wiped his fingertips with a cloth, the faint scars crisscrossing his wrists peeking out between movements.
He looked Patrick straight in the eye, his tone calm but with a chilling edge.
“Buying a hit to kidnap the Shillingford family’s children, and you, who knew but didn’t report, how do you think Rafael would handle it if he found out?”
Patrick’s face turned red instantly.
“Nonsense!”
“He favored his concubine over his wife, almost causing the death of his own son.“.
“I did everything I could to save that woman and Callum, it was the least I could do.”
“Shut up!”
Patrick’s fingers were shaking with anger.
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“Don’t talk nonsense here!”
Quinn squinted his eyes slightly.
“You know best whether it’s nonsense or not.”
“Rafael had no children. When he wanted to adopt me back then, I didn’t agree.”
“If I hadn’t insisted on staying in the second room, would the second room have the current situation? Could you still be so carefree?”
Patrick saw that he couldn’t argue with Quinn, so he turned to his wife.
“Is this the good son you raised?!”
Alissa acted like she didn’t hear, and continued to eat quietly.
The tense argument in front of her seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Quinn looked at her mother’s furrowed brows and tense expression.
Memories flooded over me like a tidal wave.
That year he was locked in a dark and gloomy old house, the damp musty smell seeping into his bones, and even rats scurrying in the
corners.
The kidnappers mercilessly beat him with a belt, cruelly drawing his blood, starving him to the extreme where even breathing became a luxury.
Until that dimly moonlit night, a box of warm milk was suddenly stuffed into the rusty/iron gate crack.
Through the crack in the door, he saw the girl’s bright eyes for the first
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From then on, countless days and nights, she was like a clever cat, sneaking in food when the kidnappers weren’t looking, teaching him how to use iron nails to pry open the window.
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