Chapter 334 What Really Happened
Chapter 334 What Really Happened
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Everything Leander had once told her aligned with Julius‘ report. The burns marring his skin must havee from that ze, and if he had indeed been in Doria three years prior, the likelihood that he was Rowan grew even stronger.
“And Lena?” Quinn asked, hope flickering behind the question. If Leander was truly her brother, she owed that woman a debt beyond words.
“She’s in intensive care back in Doria,” Julius answered.
Quinn stared at him, stunned.
“I’ve just forwarded the dossier to your inbox,” Julius added, fingers flying across the keys as he spoke.
Phone in hand, Quinn opened her mail app and quickly located the file tagged with Lena’s name.
Lena Durand, a girl from the slums of Doria, had known Leander before the fire. She had dragged him from the mes andter broken into the charity g, pleading with Margaret, the matriarch of the Fane family, to save him. That was how it all happened.
Margaret headed to the hospital to visit Leander. After that visit, everything changed. Word spread that Leander was the family’s illegitimate son. He took Lena with him to distant Doria.
One yearter, doctors in Doria delivered a harsher sentence. Tests revealed Lena carried aggressive blood cancer, and no suitable bone–marrow match could be found. Her condition became worse.
“Right now, Lena’s entire course of care is bankrolled by the Fane family. They have secured the world’s leading protocols, experimental drugs, and an elite medical team. And they do it, Quinn, only because Leander is ‘for the moment‘ still counted as one of them.”
Quinn understood at once.
<i>So </i>that’s why <i>Leander </i><i>refused </i><i>a </i>DNA <i>test </i>with me, <i>insisting </i>it <i>was </i><i>unnecessary</i>? <i>If </i><i>a </i><i>test </i><i>proved </i><i>he </i><i>is </i><i>my </i><i>brother </i>and not <i>a </i><i>Fane</i><i>, </i><i>would </i><i>the </i><i>family </i><i>cut </i><i>Lena </i><i>off</i><i>? </i><i>Yet </i><i>if </i><i>he </i><i>truly </i><i>is </i><i>Rowan</i><i>, </i><iing </i><i>home </i><i>would </i>guarantee state assistance <i>for </i><i>the </i>girl. After <i>all</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>once </i><i>saved </i><i>his </i><i>life</i><i>. </i><i>And </i><i>I </i><i>could </i><i>help </i>too–<i>my </i>savings, <i>my </i><i>patents</i>, <i>everything </i><i>my </i><i>parents </i>left me. I’d <i>pour </i>it <i>all </i>into <i>Lena’s </i><i>care</i><i>. </i>
“Anyway, in two days, we’ll know for certain whether Leander is my brother.”
“If he is, will you me me even more for leaving your brother to die back then?”
Quinn froze, caught off guard.
“Would you think that if I’d stepped in, he’d have avoided the border fire three years ago? That the burns, the agony, everything he endured/-are they my fault?”
Quinn sighed. “I won’t me you.”
Julius was taken aback. “Truly?
“I told you before: back then, my brother was just a foreign stranger to you. You had no obligation to save him. Yes, I hated you for it–despite knowing you owed him nothing. But that anger is gone. You’ve helped
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me so muchtely. I see it, I remember it, and I’m grateful.”
“I, two days from now, Leander is proven to be your brother, could we be together again?” Julius fixed his gaze on Quinn.
Quinn shook her head. “I ended things because I can’t trust you anymore. How can you still not see that?”
“What will it take for you to trust me again? If trust can shatter in a moment, tell me how long before it can be rebuilt? I’ll do anything.”
Quinn stayed silent.
cone year, two, live-
He caught her hand and pressed her palm to his cheek, trapping it there. “I know you still feel something. When you learned of my insomnia, you let me fall asleep holding your hand, You still ache for me, don’t you?”
Heat flooded her palm, while his usually cold eyes shimmered with gathering mist.
“Quinn, forgive me, please. I’ll repay every hardship your brother suffered. From now on, I will neither lie nor hide anything. Every ounce of trust you need, I’ll give.”
His hoarse plea plucked the rawest strings of her heart.
Because, as he’d said, part of her still hurt for him.
Even though I keep warning myself not to care, I don’t want future <i>me </i>swallowed by distrust <i>born </i>of this love.
Yet, staring into the fog in his eyes, the word no stuck fast in her throat.
“Quinn, when you left, you took everything but this bracelet. On the card you wrote, ‘May every year bring you peace. Without you, do you honestly think I will?”
As his question faded, the mist became tears, falling onto the back of her hand.