Chapter 419 With Every Last Breath In His Body
Chapter 419 With Every Last Breath In His Body
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Gavin studied her, weighing silence against confession. “Quinn, what do you truly feel for Julius? You broke up with him, yet you keep insisting on seeing him. When you do, what then?”
“If he’s willing, I want us to try again.”
“And if he isn’t?” Gavin countered.
Quinn froze. <i>If </i><i>Julius </i><i>has </i><i>already </i><i>let </i><i>go</i><i>, </i><i>can </i><i>I </i><i>really </i><i>walk </i><i>away </i><i>without </i><i>shattering</i><i>? </i><i>Can </i><i>I </i>really let him <i>go</i><i>? </i>
Once, facing Trent’s cold indifference, Quinn could have signed the divorce papers with the careless flick of a pen–no ache, no backward nce.
But the mere thought that Julius might have fallen out of love with her sent a serrated hurt sawing behind her ribs. Choices that once felt simple now resembled walking barefoot across ss, every memory of him charging through me to save her reying in relentless detail.
Gavin grew anxious when Quinn didn’t say a word. “You listen to me, Quinn. Even if Julius swears he wants nothing to do with you, you pin him down and tell him he has no choice- you are staying in his life. If he keeps resisting, I don’t care whether you tie him to a chair or slip something in his drink. Whatever it takes–once you’ve decided to reim him, you cannot let that man walk away again.”
Quinn stared at Gavin, stunned. He looked at her like an exasperated drill sergeant
confronting a hesitant recruit, as though any answer except yes would make him drag Julius in and dump him at her feet.
With a sigh, he added, “Remember this–there is only one person on earth Julius would die for, and that’s you.”
Quinn’s shoulders trembled, yet her voice came out clear: “Fine. I understand. Take me to him, now.”
“He’s in Celosia. Hand over your passport, and I’ll twist every lever I know to get you a visa in record time.”
“Celosia?” Her brows shot up. “What on earth is he doing there?”
“You truly know nothing, do you?” Gavin let out a wearyugh. “I can tell you what he’s doing, but if Julius decides to shoot the messenger afterward, you’ve got to block the bullet for me.”
“Me?” Quinn blinked, caught between disbelief and a reluctant smile.
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Chapter 419 With Every Last Breath In His Body
“Yes. Only you.”
“All right, I’ll shield you. Now tell me–why has he gone to Celosia?”
“To donate his stem cells.”
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The answer hit her like a p; Quinn simply stared, mouth parted, unable to process what she’d just heard.
In that instant, she recalled Rowan mentioning a miracle–a donor suddenly surfacing, a perfect match for Lena, willing to rush an emergency transnt.
<i>Could </i>it <i>be</i>… <i>Was </i><i>the </i><i>donor </i><i>him</i><i>? </i>
“Was it Julius? Is Julius the one donating those stem cells to Lena?” Her voice trembled.
“Yes.”
Quinn’s nose stung; tears pooled, fogging her vision before she could blink them back.
“He… How could he…” The words broke apart as they left her.
“Why wouldn’t he? He learned that Lena–your brother’s beloved–was battling leukemia. He scoured registries, tested himself, and, by some twist of fate, turned out to be a perfect match. So, injuries be damned, he jumped on the first flight to Celosia to give away a piece of himself.”
A crooked smirk tugged at Gavin’s mouth.
“You have no idea how much he’s changed, do you? The Julius I met years ago was ice- indifferent to others, indifferent to himself. Now he’s willing to carve marrow from his own bones for someone he has never even shaken hands with. Given the state his body is in, that operation could cripple him–maybe cost him half his life. And still he insists, because it matters to your brother, and anything that matters to your family automatically matters to him.”
“Back then, you broke up with him over what happened to Rowan. Do you have any idea what his nights have looked like since? He lies awake till dawn, chasing sleep with fistfuls of pills, the clock ticking like a firing squad. More than once, I found him on the balcony rail, wind in his hair, eyes hollow, flirting with the notion of stepping forward and letting gravity finish what heartbreak began. Because of you–yes, you–this man actually said he wants to be a ‘good person,‘ just so one day he might deserve to stand beside you again. He knows he was wrong to hide the truth, and he’s been bleeding himself dry trying to fix it. After all he’s done, tell me why you still refuse to forgive him. Quinn, Julius is loving you with everyst breath in his body.”
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