Chapter 112
Chapter 112
At the Wilson residence’s
‘s west side small courtyard, only two people were left.
Quiana took out a small delicate bottle and tossed it to him. “A birthday gift.”
“It’s already great that you’re here. Why bring a gift?” Elliott opened it, took a snitt, and was slightly surprised. “Pills?”
Quiana nodded, “For longevity.”
“Living one day at a time, why would I need longevity?” Although he said this, the wrinkles on Elliott’s face softened significantly as he accepted the gift with a cheerful smile.
He asked with concern, “Have you been painting lately? Let me seo,
Quiana shook her head. “No.”
She painted because her mom encouraged her to
But it didn’t work for her.
mom encouraged her to learn, saying it was to calm her mind.
Later, she spent two years cultivating herself
There were no art supplies here, and she didn’t have the time to paint anyway.
Elliott felt
fell a bit regretful and said earnestly. “Even if you want to be an actress, it wouldn’t stop you from painting. Are you not going to reconsider?”
Quiana replied to a message on her phone. “Not interested”
Ever since they met, including this time, Elliott had asked her numerous times.
And her answer was always the same.
He sighed. “I had planned to start a class for you.”
“You don’t have to waste your time waiting for me.” Quiana put away her phone and waved. “Take care of yourself. I’m leaving
This girl was always so cold and indifferent as if nothing mattered to her.
Yet her heart was still warm.
The way she showed care was just different…
Seeing her
her walking toward the courtyard wall, he said, a bit annoyed, “I’ll have someone escort you through the main entrance.”
He wished he could announce to the world that Quiana was his chosen apprentice.
But Quiana didn’t care for such honor.
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Outside the courtyard gate, Carole stood there, staring at her intensely, her eyes blazing.
“Are you Quiana?” Aaden walked around her, looking her up and down. His handsome face showed admiration. “You are beautiful
“Have you seen enough? Julius‘ voice suddenly rang out, light but sending chills down the spine.
Aaden quickly averted his gaze. “Mr. Hawley.”
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Even the most powerful of the four big families were still overshadowed by the Hawley family.
This guy’s disabled and sick. No one know when he would die. If he went crazy and destroyed a few families before he died, it wouldn’t be worth it.
It was better to yield.
Julius‘ eyes, once filled with melancholy, became clearer as they settled on Quiana, and the tension around him eased slightly. “I’ll take you home.”
Quiana didn’t refuse, slipping her hands into her pockets as she followed the servant sent by Elliott.
There were still plenty of people in the front yard.
Everywhere Julius passed fell silent, leaving only a few respectful greetings, as eyes moved back and forth between Quiana and him.
“Tom, don’t scare me! Is there a doctor? Are any doctors around? Call a doctor!” Suddenly, urgent cries from a woman came from the direction of the Irving room.
A crowd immediately gathered around.
“What happened?”
“Isn’t that Mrs. Hanson and her son?”
Amid the commotion, Quiana tilted her head and saw from afara woman holding an eight–year–old boy. His lips were turning gray, cold sweat covered his head, and he was trembling all over.
She frowned and turned away.
As she was about to leave, Julius grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Saving him.” Quiana freed herself and made her way through the crowd toward the boy.
“He’s having a heart attack,” Quiana said.
Hearing the voice from above, Monica, who was crying, stopped for a moment and looked up at the girl’s incredibly beautiful face, instinctively replying. “Yes.”
Qulana bent down and said, “Give him to me.”
“Quiana, what are you trying to do?” Carole erupted out of nowhere.
Quiana calmly replied, “I’m going to save him.”
“Just you?” Carole’s stare was dark. “Don’t think I’ll let yo
t you go just because Grandpa treats you specially.”
Zack rushed over, whispering to her, “Quiana, this is the Hanson family’s only heir. You can’t afford to mess this up. Don’t joke about it”
Quiana’s gaze was cold and steady. “If the doctor can’t get here in two minutes, he’ll die.”
Monica was momentarily stunned, then cried even harder. “Tom! Tom!”
Quiana, impatiently, said, “Move aside”
Carole refused to budge, sneering. “Do you think you can save him just because you say so??
“Whether or not I can save him is up to me.” Quiana’s gaze turned cold, with a hint of red in her eyes. Without saying more, she grabbed Carole and threw
her out.
She turned to Monica and said, “Lay him flat on the ground.”
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