Chapter 281 Deciphering the Dream


    Naomi had been sponsored and cared for by the Quinnells since young. She was adept in fine arts and


    literature, not to mention a graduate from a prestigious university overseas.


    She was well-versed in finance, economics, and social etiquette, and


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    even knew financialw. In short, Naomi was the epitome of beauty


    and brains.


    Compared to her, Wynter was a local graduate who was neither


    cultured nor taught the ways of a socialite.


    In the dream, Naomi was kind and would take Wynter everywhere.


    She even made it a point to tell others that the true heiress of the


    Quinnell family had returned,


    She didn’t want the public to confuse her identity with Wynter’s, lest


    thetter was put in an awkward situation.


    But despite all this, Wynter always felt like an ugly duckling at every


    dinner party. It was as if she had crashed the party, and it showed.


    Naomi could talk to anyone at the party about anything, but Wynter


    couldn’t even tell whatnguage Naomi was speaking, let alone join


    the conversation.


    As the differences between Naomi’s upbringing and hers became


    clear, Wynter began to realize that she had no makings of an heiress


    whatsoever. Everyone was saying how the Quinnells had brought


    back a bumpkin.


    Wynter didn’t fit into any social circle and eventually became the


    None of the socialites cared for her, and even the staff attending to her had started ignoring her


    requests in favor of Naomi. Even


    Wynter’s parents, who had imed to love her beyond all things, were growing embarrassed of her.


    In the end, her parents hired a private tutor for her. Wynter dreamed she had toiled away on whatever


    art and subject the tutor taught her. But for some reason, she would forget whatever she learned.


    One day, through bitter work, she finally mastered the piano and thought she could make her family


    proud.


    However, Naomi won a prize for her performance in a piano concert abroad, and the Quinnells threw a


    feast to celebrate her achievement. During the party, they announced that they would officially adopt


    Naomi.


    From then on, Naomi and Wynter would both be heiresses to the Quinnell name. And just like that,


    Wynter fell back into the shadows


    before she could even emerge into the light.


    Wynter’s parents began to feel awkward around her. Her mother even seemed a little terrified of her.


    Thankfully, Fabian would drop by and visit her now and then, reminding her that she was his little


    princess.


    Wynter vowed that she would master something to make her


    grandfather proud.


    However, her brain seemed to be operating beyond her control. She couldn’t master anything despite


    all the effort she put in each day.


    Finally, all that stress built up and triggered her intermittent explosive


    disorder. Without even being conscious of it, Wynter picked up a pair of scissors one day and stabbed


    Naomi’s hand with it.


    The household staff said Wynter did it out of jealousy, much to her


    parents’ disappointment.


    The family doctor advised that Wynter’s condition be kept secret, or it


    might reflect badly on the Quinnells.


    After all, no one wanted an heiress with intermittent explosive


    disorder, which was a psychiatric condition.


    Her mother couldn’t bear to part with her, but her father sent her to


    the countryside for what he called rehabilitation.


    Fabian was sick at the time and couldn’t take care of her. The next


    time Wynter got news of her grandfather, it was of his death.


    The sound of the rain sttering against the window made Wynter


    bolt upright in bed. Her beautiful eyes were wide in the dark.


    Beads of cold sweat had formed on her forehead, and her dark hair


    cascaded over her shoulders. She clutched the pendant that rested


    firmly against her midriff, her eyes glimmering.


    She was not the self-pitying type, especially not over theck of love. or approval. She wondered what


    her dream meant.


    Fabian wouldn’t die that easily. She had examined him before. He had a lung condition, but a healthy


    diet and regr medication should help him manage it just fine.


    Could it be that something had changed within the Quinnell family?


    Atwater had taught her how to interpret dreams back in the day. She


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    had learned that dreams were like warnings from the universe to some extent. She would be a fool to


    disregard her dream.


    She raised a brow as she considered her pathetic ending in the dream. That was unlikely to happen.


    For starters, she didn’t n on going back to the Quinnells. Secondly, she would never sit by and let


    Fabian die.


    Wynter looked up and gazed out the window, thinking of reasons why she might have had that dream.


    She wouldn’t allow that dream to


    be reality.


    Meanwhile, at the Quinnell residence in Kingbourne, Naomi eximed happily into the phone, “Are you


    and Mom reallying home, Dad?”