Chapter 280 Unearthed Truth


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    Quinn’s pupils dted, disbelief shing across her face. The guard, flustered, pped a hand over Marley’s mouth again and dragged her toward the door.


    “Stop!” Quinnmanded. The guard froze mid–stride.


    Without looking away, she told Julius, “Let go of me.”


    Yet his arms stayed locked around her.


    “Quinnie, don’t-” he began. She wrenched his hands free and stepped out of his hold.


    Julius staggered back two steps, reaching to block her path, but the moment their eyes met, he faltered.


    Her voice filled the room. “Julius Whitethorn, whatever happens, I will hear Marley out and make my own judgment!”


    He went rigid, as though the blood inside him had turned to ice, and could only watch her walk toward Marley.


    <i>Don’t</i><i>. </i><i>Please </i><i>don’t </i><i>move </i><i>another </i><i>step</i><i>, </i><i>Quinnie</i>. <i>Stop</i><i>… </i><i>Just </i><i>stop</i><i>! </i>


    The shout roared inside his skull, yet his throat felt sealed shut; no sound escaped.


    Quinn stopped in front of Marley and addressed the guard, “Take your hand away.”


    The guard hesitated, looking to Julius for orders that never came.


    Quinn sped the guard’s wrist, pried his fingers off, then faced Marley. “Who was in that back seat?”


    “Ha, I could say it a hundred times if you like! Quinn, the man in the back seat was Julius Whitethorn. You condemned Sidonie Stonehurst for watching someone die; now you know Julius did the same. How does that make you feel?”


    Marley’sugh dripped with poison. She had already burned her own way out, so nobody else deserved to walk away unscathed.


    “Since you say it was Julius, show me the evidence,” Quinn said, her gaze cial.


    “Evidence? Five years ago, I traveled to Doria with Julius. My belongings were stolen, and the police report carries his name. You can even trace the car he hired that day, right down to the license te. If you managed to track me here, you can dig that up as well.”


    Quinn pressed her lips together until they went white and turned to Julius, who stood a few paces away. The man who had always met the world with calm now stared back at her, face bloodless, silent.


    Her heart gave a violent thud, then kept sinking. <i>He did </i><i>not </i><i>deny </i><i>it</i><i>. </i><i>That </i><i>means </i><i>Marley </i><i>is </i><i>probably </i><i>telling </i><i>the </i><i>truth</i><i>. </i><i>Was </i><i>Julius </i><i>really </i><i>the </i><i>one </i><i>in </i><i>that </i><i>back </i><i>seat</i><i>? </i>


    “Now you know, Quinn. The person Julius left to die was your brother. Do you remember how Rowan begged him? Julius simply ordered his men to drag Rowan aside–no bandage, no help. That is the icy, ruthless man you im you can forgive. Can you still?”


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    Marley’s voice continued to ring in her cars.


    Agony tightened in Quinn’s chest, growing sharper with every breath.


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    Even so, she forced herself to stay calm. Step by step, she walked over to Julius. “We’re going home,” she said, voice t. She had far too many questions to ask.


    Julius lifted trembling eyes to her, his body too rigid to move. Only when she took his hand and pulled him from the room did he jolt back to his senses.


    “Quinnie, I…” he murmured, having no idea where to begin.


    “Let’s talk when we get home,” Quinn said, already steering him toward the elevator.


    Seeing them approach, the driver hurried forward and opened the rear door.


    Inside the car, Quinn sat in stony silence, eyes fixed on the dark window. Julius remained beside her, mind racing for a way out.


    The secret he most wanted buried had surfaced in the worst possible manner. Fear of losing her seeped through his veins, cold and relentless. <i>How </i><i>can </i>I <i>make </i><i>her </i><i>stay</i><i>? </i>


    The car stopped in front of the condominium. Quinn climbed out first and strode ahead. Julius shadowed her, step for step. By the time they entered the apartment, he felt as though the very air were choking him.


    Breaking the oppressive quiet, Quinn asked, “You met my brother five years ago, didn’t you?”


    Julius stood mute, unable to decide which answer would wound her less.


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