NovelEnglishChapter 1382 She just stood there, totally zoned out, that old familiar feeling creeping up, making her eyes sting until everything got all blurry. "So, you're saying he's not coming back?" she asked, her voice shaky.
She didn't even dare to blink, scared the tears would spill. But as soon as she asked, warm tears started sliding down her cheeks. Alexander stared at her for a couple of seconds, then quickly looked away. "It's cold. Head back early. Don't want the kid catching a cold." Quinn tried to force a smile, holding back her tears.
Suddenly, she wondered why she even bothered coming all this way. Was it just to hear this crap? If she had known all her efforts would end up like this, she might as well have stayed in Amber Bay. At least there, she had shope. There were no strangers here, no cameras, just the two of them.
Yet Alexander still wouldn't admit who he was, wouldn't acknowledge her, and stayed cold even in front of Sprout. Sprout reached out, trying to grab him, but his little hands just waved around, not even touching his clothes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuinn gently pulled his hand back and whispered, "This isn't Daddy. We got it wrong. Daddy's not like this." Sprout stared at Quinn with wide eyes, trying hard to understand. He looked unusually serious, just like Alexander.
Quinn took a deep breath, gave Alexander one last look, then bent down to pick up the veggies on the ground and turned to leave.
It wasn't the first tshe'd been let down. Whatever.
At least this time, she could walk away without any regrets. He wasn't her whole world anymore; she had other things to do.
Alexander stood under the streetlight, watching her fade into the distance. The light cast his shadow at his feet, and everything around him was dim except for where he stood.
It wasn't until Quinn was completely gone that his brows furrowed, and he clutched his chest, coughing.
He tried to hold it back but couldn't stop the sound from escaping. He covered his mouth with his hand. When he finished coughing, he opened his palm to see bright red blood. He stared at the blood, lost in thought for a moment.
The driver ran over, still looking around for Quinn. When he turned his head, he saw the blood in Alexander's hand.
His face changed. "Why are you..." Alexander calmly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from his hand, and his expression went back to normal. "It's nothing. Let's go." The driver opened his mouth, looking worried, then sighed helplessly.
Quinn got back to Susan's house, put Sprout in the stroller, and took the veggies to the kitchen to cook.
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When the meal was ready, Susan had just gotten home. She took off her coat, removed her scarf er scarf, and smiled.
"I smelled the food as soon as I walked in. My mom didn't wander off today, did she?" Quinn placed the last dish on the table, glanced at Anna on the sofa, and said, "Nope."
"That's good. Except for the occasional episode, she's usually pretty easy to take care of," Susan said.
Quinn forced a smile, remembering she once had a similar condition, but she wasn't as quiet. Sometimes she didn't even want to think about it. Back then, Alexander probably wished he could tie her to himself with a rope.
And now, could she tie him up with a rope?
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