Chapter 452 Bloodline Reunited
Chapter 452 Bloodline Reunited
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“Yara’s daughter…” Margaret’s voice broke, wonder and grief colliding. “Heaven has not forsaken me after all. In this lifetime, I still get to see both of Yara’s children. If only Everett and I had found Yara sooner… perhaps she would still be alive. I failed her. I failed my daughter!”
Tears pricked Quinn’s eyes. “Grandma, Mom gave her life for what she believed in. If she were standing here, she’d tell you she has no regrets. Please don’t me yourself. Seeing you burdened with guilt would only sadden her.”
Yet Margaret’s tears only fell harder, each one a small, helpless surrender.
Quinn peeled a tissue free and dabbed gently at her grandmother’s cheeks, as though trying to lift the sorrow itself from the wrinkled skin.
Margaret could not stop asking–every habit, every memory, every fleeting smile that had belonged to Yara. Quinn answered all of them, stitching moments together until the hospital room filled with whispered snapshots of a life now gone.
Time slipped unnoticed. By the end, Quinn’s throat burned with dryness, yet her grandmother still had more questions.
Even though her daughter had passed away, Margaret still wanted to know if she had been happy while she was still alive.
Everett rested a steady hand on his mother’s shoulder. “Mom, there’s plenty of time. Quinn can share the rest another day.”
Margaret exhaled a long, uneven breath, emotion crowding her words. “Yes… plenty of time- plenty of time.”
A guard knocked, voice pitched with deference. “Mr. Fane, Mr. Julius Whitethorn is outside. He says he’se to collect Ms. Quinn.”
Quinn blinked, startled. <i>Julius </i><i>is </i><i>here</i><i>? </i>She nced at the clock; afternoon had somehow bled into early evening.
Everett’s brow knit, but his answer was simple. “Show him in.”
“Yes, sir.” The guard slipped away.
Momentster, Julius stepped into the room. He crossed directly to Margaret and offered a courteous bow. “Lady Margaret Fane, forgive the intrusion.”
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Chapter 452 Bloodline Reunited
Margaret’s eyes narrowed in polite confusion. “And you are?”
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“I’m… Quinn’s” Julius began, then hesitated, the rest of the sentence caught somewhere between caution and desire.
“Boyfriend,” Quinn finished for him. “Grandma, this is Julius Whitethorn, an Azanian like me -my boyfriend.”
“Ah, Quinn’s boyfriend.” The words left Margaret on a sigh as she studied Julius with new focus. as though wishing to pour a decade of absent affection into this young man.
Tall,posed, aristocratic–Julius‘ cool reserve usually created distance, yet inside the ward he deliberately gentled his gaze, dimming the frost so warmth could reach the family.
“Very good, very good,” Margaret dered. “When the Fane family holds the recognition banquet, Quinn, bring your young man along.”
Julius replied before anyone else. “We wouldn’t miss it.”
Quinn shot him a quick, surprised nce, lids lifting just enough to reveal her question.
In the past few days, she hadn’t dared ask where they stood. Yet every moment together felt like the early days–easy, humming, alive.
Now Julius epted the title of boyfriend without a blink and even promised to attend the banquet with her.
Across the room, Rowan caught her eye, a silent question shimmering. <i>Have </i><i>you </i><i>two </i><i>reconciled</i><i>? </i>Quinn answered with a small, certain nod, her gaze saying what words had not. <i>Probably</i><i>, </i><i>yes</i>.
Even though Rowan’s memories, stilly scattered like shards beneath a fog he could not part, the bond between brother and sister had begun to knit itself back together with uncanny speed.
Sometimes one nce–no more than a flicker of the eyes–was all it took for them to trade full conversations without a sound.
“Quinn, since Mr. Whitethorn is here to collect you, why don’t you return to the hotel and get some proper rest?” Everett said, his tone gentle yetced with the authority of the family patriarch. “Come back to Fane Manor tomorrow. We need to discuss the details of the reception where we will formally announce you as our kin.”
“All right,” Quinn said with a respectful nod, though her eyes shed with a quiet resolve that suggested she was already weighing tomorrow’s conversation.
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Margaret, exhausted by the long hours and the swell of emotions, allowed herself to be led back to her room. Thus Rowan fell in step beside Quinn and Julius, and the trio slipped out of the hospital into the velvet hush of night.
“Rowan,” Quinn asked softly as they crossed the nearly empty parking lot, “how’s Lena doing?”
“Still the same,” Rowan murmured, opening the passenger door for Quinn. “She’s hanging in there, yet the specialists say six months is probably her limit.”
“I’m sorry,” Quinn whispered, the words barely more than a breath, as though apologies could mend failing marrow.
Rowan ced a steady hand on Quinn’s shoulder. “Don’t apologize,” he said. “Without you and Julius, Lena would never have been given a shot at life. In six months, let’s hope Julius can truly save her.”
“I will save Lena,” Julius said, his voice like iron beneath velvet. “Rest easy. This isn’t a promise I make lightly.”
“Thank you,” Rowan answered, meeting Julius‘ gaze with solemn intensity. “I owe you for this- now and always.”
When Rowan’s silhouette disappeared into the darkness, Julius turned to Quinn, a flicker of doubt breaking through his practicedposure. “If six months pass and I learn I can’t donate those stem cells,” he asked quietly, “will you regret the choice you made?”
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