Chapter 333 Edge Of Awakening
Chapter 333 Edge Of Awakening
“The sedative’s almost gone. He’ll wake any minute,” Han warned, voice <i>low</i>.
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Quinn nodded once, certainty settling inside her like a quiet drumbeat, even though the DNA test had yet to be run.
The dose that would have kept an ordinary man unconscious for more than two hours had held him only thirty minutes. His body, like Rowan’s, resisted chemicals with stubborn resilience<i>. </i><i>Exactly </i><i>like </i><i>my </i><i>brother</i><i>. </i>
“Let’s move,” Quinn whispered, tightening her grip on the strands of hair she had collected.
Once the sample reached theb, they would finally learn whether Leander was truly Rowan.
Roughly fifteen minutester, Leander’s eyes fluttered open.
He pushed upright, scanning the quiet room–alone, just as when he had arrived.
Nearly fifty minutes had vanished. <i>Have </i><i>I </i><i>really </i><i>cked </i><i>out </i><i>that </i><i>long</i><i>? </i><i>So </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>drunk </i><i>and </i><i>out </i><i>for </i><i>almost </i><i>an </i>hour<i>? </i>
He rubbed at his temple, a dark shadow passing through his gaze.
Elsewhere, Quinn arrived at theboratory and allowed a technician to draw her blood topare with Leander’s hair sample.
“The report will be ready in two days. Shall we mail it, or-” the technician asked.
“I’ll pick it up in person,” Quinn replied, leaving no room for debate.
Only a report handed directly to her would quiet the storm inside.
Back at the hotel, Quinn faced Julius and Han. “Thank you for everything today.”
“Quinnie, no thanks needed,” Han said, a yful glint surfacing. “But there’s something I’d like to discuss with you–privately.”
Quinn nced at Julius, then turned to him with a gentle smile. “Why don’t you head to the room first? Han and I will talk for a bit.”
Julius shrugged. “I don’t have a key card. Surely you’re not nning to break your promise of a proper thank–you?”
Quinn pressed the card into his palm. “I don’t break promises,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.
Julius slipped the key card into the inner pocket of his jacket, his lips tilted in a quiet, ambiguous curve. A sidelong nce at Han carried fqual parts amusement and warning before he told Quinn, “I’ll wait for you upstairs<b>.</b><b>” </b>
With the words hanging in the air, he turned and headed for the elevator.
Han watched Julius disappear and could not hold back. “Quinn, why hand him your key card? And this repayment he mentioned–what does he actually want?”
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“He hasn’t been sleeping welltely,” Quinn exined, voice low yet matter–of–fact. “I just help him sleep. that’s all. These past few nights, he’s done more than a few favors for me–this is how I square the ledger.”
“So that’s your n?” Han blurted, frustration cutting through his usualposure. “Can’t you see it might be calcted? Maybe all he wants is to drag you back to his side.”
“He will only hold my hand until sleep takes him. Nothing more,” Quinn said, calm but unyielding. “Whether his motives are genuine or maniptive, I refuse to owe him anything. And right now, aside from finding my brother, I’ll spare no thought for anything else. Han, don’t waste your time on me.”
Han fell silent, then smiled, faint but stubborn. “Whether it’s a waste of time is for me to decide. Quinnie. I’ve never believed a single second with you is wasted.”
“And if there’s never an answer–doesn’t that make the waiting pointless?” she asked softly.
“Nothing in this world is predetermined,” Han said, arching an eyebrow with reckless confidence. “One day you might realize I’m not just a brother to you.”
He knew she kept him in the safe, distant boxbeled family, but he swore to himself that box would splinter sooner orter. In her eyes, he would be something more.
When Quinn used her card and stepped into the suite, she found Julius settled on the couch, back straight, tie loosened no more than half an inch.
Aptop dominated the coffee table, its glow reflecting in his sharp features. Phone pressed to his ear, his free hand danced over the keyboard with decisive strokes.
“Good. Send the entire file set to me. Also, dig into the Fane family in Celosia. I need to know exactly why Everett Fane made that move,” Julius instructed before ending the call.
“You’re investigating the Fanes?” Quinn asked, stepping closer.
“Naturally. Leander Fane is likely your brother, is he not?” Julius replied.
Quinn froze mid–step, startled. She had clung to the word uncertain whenever Han or Julius raised the possibility, yet Julius now spoke as though it were undeniable.
“Your expression when you look at Leander isn’t questioning–it’s recognition,” Julius continued, voice patient. “I pulled records. Three years ago, a factory caught fire. Leander was injured there and rescued by a woman named Lena Durand. Soon after, the Fane family attended a charity g in Doria. From that night onward, Leander surfaced as the Fanes‘ illegitimate son and left for Doria.”
Quinn’s breath caught–the same fire, three years ago.