Ryan felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What do you mean, Quinn? Don''t mess with me like that. What happened to ra?"


    Quinn covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she turned away to hide the glint of amusement in her eyes.


    Ryan tried to get out of bed, noticing his father, Johnny, also had a strange expression. A wave of dizziness washed over him. Did something happened to ra? He vaguely remembered telling someone to save ra when he was rescued, but who was it? Back then, his mind was so foggy, that he couldn''t remember their face. He rubbed his aching head, but the memory remained elusive.


    Over the next couple of days, Quinn efficiently managed the Bradford household, making sure Ryan got nourishing soups every day. But Ryan''s spirits were low, and he lost five pounds in no time. Johnny wasn''t himself either, taking time off to recuperate and leaving allpany matters to Quinn.


    As Quinn walked through thepany, everyone paused to greet her, "Ms. Bradford." She had been given the authority of acting CEO, and was able to make decisions on all major projects.


    She sat in the executive chair and gazed at the towering building in the distance, her heart swelling with ambition.


    That building belonged to Ferguson Corporation. Dn was indeed a force to be reckoned with. The media once reported that from the top of the Ferguson Corporation building, all you could see was Ferguson property, which was a testament to Dn''s numerous sessful acquisitions.


    She spinning in the luxurious chair, her excitement growing as she imagined meeting Dn in the business world, forming an unbeatable alliance, and leaving such an impression that he would never forget her.


    The thought made Quinn chuckle. A world without ra was indeed a beautiful one.


    Quinn returned to the Bradford household that evening, ventured into ra''s room, and instructed the housekeeper, "Clear out my sister''s room. Get rid of her things. I don''t want Dad or Ryan getting upset over reminders of ra."


    The housekeeper nodded and efficiently began the task. When Naomi helped Johnny into the living room, they saw the housekeeper about to throw away ra''s bedsheets.


    Johnny''s brow furrowed. "What''s going on here?"


    The housekeeper quickly exined, "Miss Quinn thought you might be upset over ra''s things and asked us to handle it."


    Before Johnny could respond, Naomi interjected, "She means well, I suppose."


    With ra dead, Naomi couldn''t bring herself to say anything harsh and risk upsetting Johnny further. Johnny cleared his throat and waved a hand. "Put them back. Even if she''s not here, that room is still hers."


    The housekeeper couldn''t go against his wishes, and hurried back upstairs. When she returned to ra''s room, Quinn was still there. The housekeeper ryed Johnny''s message.


    Quinn''s expression darkened. She let out a coldugh. "Fine, leave it. It''s just a bunch of lifeless objects anyway." She rolled her eyes, inwardly mocking how Johnny would eventually forget ra.