Chapter 37 Be My Brother


    “Ugh, I wish I had a younger brother like you.” Laura sighed dramatically, then her eyes lit up. “Wait, Quinn and I are the same age. Why don’t you just consider me your sister too? Let me experience what it’s


    like to be an older sister for once!”


    Han gave her a deadpan look, as if questioning her sanity. “You want to be my sister? Could you carry me on your back for nearly three kilometers through a blizzard to get me to a hospital? Or knock me t and beat me into obedience?”


    Laura touched her nose in defeat. Okay, fair. I couldn’t do any of that.


    “Exactly. Not just anyone qualifies to be my sister,” he said coolly. That offhandment sent an unexpected chill down Laura’s spine.


    It was easy to forget sometimes. When he was by Quinn’s side, Han seemed gentle, almost like a loyal, oversized puppy. But that was only with her. Outside of Quinn’s presence, Han was a force to be reckoned with, a notorious little tyrant back in Jexburgh.


    No one dared cross him. And if someone did, they would definitely pay the price.


    “All right, Laura was just joking,” Quinn said.


    Han looked at her seriously. “Joke or not, you’re the only older sister I’ve ever had, and the only one I recognize.”


    Soon, the food arrived. Quinn began eating in earnest. She was genuinely hungry, and her pace reflected that.


    “Slow down, or you’ll choke,” Han said gently as hedled some soup into her bowl. He carefully moved all her favorite dishes closer to her, making sure everything was within


    Watching his every action, Laura couldn’t help but roll her eyes.


    easy reach.


    This is the so-called “tyrant of Jexburgh”? Right now, he looks more like a golden retriever, tail wagging, eyes sparkling, doting shamelessly on his beloved human.


    Once Quinn had nearly finished her meal, Han suddenly asked, “So… when are you nning to get a divorce?”


    The questionnded like a dropped ss. Quinn paused mid-bite. Laura’s head whipped toward Han in surprise.


    No one had ever told him about Quinn’s decision to divorce.


    Han narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched. “Don’t tell me… after everything that’s happened, you’re still not nning to get a divorce. Do you really love Trent that much? So much that, even with him messing around with another woman, even after the way his family treated you, you’re still willing to endure it all?”


    Quinn said nothing.


    Her silence only fueled his frustration. “What is it about him that makes you hold on so tightly? He’s not the center of the universe, Quinn. For a woman like you, he’s not even close to being worthy. Do I need to go find him myself and force the divorce papers into his hands?”


    “I’m going to divorce him,” Quinn said, cutting him off.


    Han froze, the anger on his face abruptly giving way to surprise.


    “Yes,” she repeated, quieter but firmer this time. “I’ll divorce him.” Her gaze dropped to her ring finger. The wedding ring had long been taken off.


    “Just like you said, there’s nothing good about Trent,” Quinn murmured. “So naturally, there’s nothing left


    to miss.”


    Once, he had been the man who offered her warmth andfort in the hollow days after her parents passed away. But that man had disappeared somewhere over the past three years.


    And her feelings for him were worn down by disappointment after disappointment. They had long since faded into nothing.


    Now, there truly was nothing left between them.


    Suddenly, Han’s eyes lit up. “Good. It’s settled then. I’ll help you find the best legal team for your divorce.”


    “No need,” Quinn replied calmly. “I can handle it myself.”


    Han frowned. “What are you still hesitating for?”


    “I’m not hesitating. I just don’t want to drag this out longer than it needs to be,” she said. If they went to court, it would be a drawn-out battle. After a pause, she added, “If I run into trouble, I’lle to you.”


    Only then did Han rx, the crease in his brow smoothing out. “All right. I’ll be waiting for your good


    news.”


    After finishing their meal, Quinn headed to the police station to give her statement. Laura and Han insisted on going with her.


    As a witness to the events at the banquet, Laura also provided a detailed ount.


    From the officers, Quinn learned that Jacinda and Penelope were currently in custody. If they wanted to be released on bail, it would require a significant sum.


    The two men who had attempted to assault her had already confessed that everything had been orchestrated by Jacinda and Penelope.


    As for Sidonie, since there was no concrete evidence linking her to the incident, she was allowed to leave after giving her statement.


    Once they exited the police station, Quinn was about to hail a taxi.


    I’ll take you home.” Han offered immediately.


    “It’s all right,” Quinn replied. “I can just grab a cab. I’ve already taken up a lot of your time today.”


    “I said, I’ll take you home,” Han repeated firmly. Then, narrowing his eyes a bit, he added, “Or… do you just not want me to? Do you not like me anymore?”


    Quinn looked at the man standing before her. At twenty-two, he had once been a hot-headed young recruit thrown into the military camp by themander for training. Back then, the smallest provocation would set him off. But now, that impulsive boy had grown into aposed, grounded man.


    Just standing beside him, she could feel the weight of the years that had passed.


    “Don’t say things like that,” she said gently. “From the day you joined the camp, I never once disliked you.”


    A faint smile curved Han’s lips. “Then let me take you home.”


    With a soft sigh, Quinn turned to Laura. “You should head back first. Han will drive me.”