Chapter 428 Quiet Offices
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To keep an eye on the results, Gavin had imed a temporary office in the hospital the moment his ne touched down.
Although officially retained as the Whitethorn family’s private physician, he was also a prodigy whose name was frequently mentioned in the medical field. He was especially skilled in treating mental illnesses and performing brain surgeries, <i>so </i>the hospital’s price for his borrowed space was simple: deliver a few keynote lectures, consult on tricky cases, and dazzle the younger staff.
Julius advanced, each footfall crisp against the tile, his gaze colder than the steel instruments locked in the cabs. “I remember telling you before to stay out of what happens between Quinn and me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper yet razor sharp.
Gavin reclined in the high–backed chair, one ankle hooked over the other. He spoke with a drawl as though the tension in the room belonged to someone else entirely. “I remember.”
Julius‘ voice sliced through the hush like jagged ice. “Then why are you still meddling? Why bring her to Celosia and tell her about the stem cell donation?”
Most men, confronted by that frost–edged voice, would have buckled long before thest syble and walked away soaked in cold sweat.
Gavin, however, merely lifted a brow, the picture of indolence. “What was I supposed to do? Stand there and watch you gamble your life away?”
“Enough, Gavin!” Julius snarled, the sound tearing out of his throat. “Did you really turn a deaf ear to my warning?”
Before the echo faded, Julius lunged forward and mped a hand around Gavin’s throat, fingers tightening with lethal precision. <fn3251> Official source is fι?dnοvel</fn3251>
Air fractured in Gavin’s lungs, yet his gaze stayed calm. “Quinn promised to protect me. Do you want her to hate you over this?”
A flicker of rm crossed Julius‘ features; his grip ckened, leaving red crescents where his nails had pressed into Gavin’s skin.
“Besides, I wasn’t acting on a whim,” Gavin said after drawing a steady breath. “I confirmed Quinn’s feelings for you before telling her about the donation. She deserves to know everything that you’ve done for her.”
Julius withdrew his hand, a bitterugh slipping out. “So what? Do you think she will be guilt-
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tripped into pitying me? Do you think that sympathy willst? The moment trouble shows that will all vanish.”
“Hasn’t Quinn told you she loves you? What she feels is far more than pity.”
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Julius lowered his gaze to the bracelet circling his wrist. “Gavin, how much love can a man like me expect? She did say she loves me, but even if it were true, it still feels far, far too shallow to
me…”
Gavin opened his mouth, found no words, and let the silence hang between them like unsettled dust.
“Whether shees to Celosia or not, nothing will change.”
Gavin’s head snapped up. “What are you saying? Are you not nning to reconcile with Quinn?”
Julius raised his narrow eyes, their light cold and steady. “I refuse to be the one left behind again. So as long as we never get back together, no one can ever abandon me.”
Elsewhere in the hospital, Quinn and Rowan stood at the far end of a quiet corridor outside the ward, voices lowered so their worry wouldn’t ripple through the sterile hush.
“How long can Lena hold on without a bone marrow transnt?” Quinn asked, cutting straight to the heart of it.
“Hertest tests aren’t good,” Rowan said, voice hoarse with sleepless nights. “The treatment isn’t doing enough. At best, she has ten months, but the transnt is set for next month. With luck, she’ll bounce back fast.”
Quinn shook her head hard. “No. Push it back at least six months. The transnt can take ce after that.”
“Half a year?” Rowan echoed, the words stumbling out of his mouth before he could tame the disbelief. His brows knotted, and for a beat the fluorescent lights of the corridor seemed to hum louder, filling the silence that followed.
“Rowan,” Quinn said, voice pitched low but urgent, “the donor Lena has been waiting for–the one matching all her markers–is Julius Whitethorn.”
“What?” The single syble cracked, Rowan’s gaze ricocheting to his sister as though the very floor had just tilted beneath him.
“You have someone you love, Rowan, and so do I,” Quinn began, steady but unyielding. “He was badly hurt in that firest month, and he also suffers from insomnia. All of that is eating
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him alive. I want him to regain some strength before he goes for the donation.”
She knew the decision meant Lena would endure several more months of agony.
Yet even though Lena was the woman her brother adored, Quinn’s deepest loyaltyy with Julius. She couldn’t let him risk his health.
She wanted him alive, whole, and waking each morning without pain–nothing mattered
more.
Conflict flickered through Rowan’s eyes like a candle in a draft. He hated the idea of Lena suffering a day longer, yet he could not deny the toll a transnt would take on Julius‘ already ravaged frame.
Besides, if Julius had agreed to donate even in his condition, that could only mean he was doing it for Quinn.
“I’ll talk to Lena and Julius‘ attending physician. If it has to be six months, then six months it is. We’ll wait until Julius is strong enough before proceeding with the transnt.”
“There’s no need to wait six months!” Julius‘ voice suddenly rang out, firm as struck steel. “The transnt will go ahead after one month.”
Quinn and Rowan turned in unison, startled to find Julius standing only a few strides away, as if he had been conjured by their very argument.
“Stop pretending you’re invincible!” Quinn snapped. “Your wounds won’t heal within a month. Pushing through with a transnt will be detrimental to your health!”
“I know my body. I won’t die that easily. Besides, I owe your brother, and this is how I want to settle the debt.” Julius replied, calm to the point of cruelty. He spoke as though copse were merely bad weather on a distant coast, nothing worth changing travel ns over.