Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
Quinton had been unusually quiet, and he dug his nails into his palms as he choked out, “When did she ask to leave?” “Yesterday, at half past ten in the morning,” the doctor replied.
He remembered it because Joanne had insisted on leaving out of the blue.
“Wasn’t that when we left too, Quinton? We left maybe half an hour after that,” Flossie said slowly, realizing that it probably wasn’t a coincidence.
It was clear that Joanne had purposely left at that time, and her reason for doing so was quite obvious.
“I might not have seen her, but she saw me that day.
That’s why she left…” Quinton hung his head sadly.
Joanne chose to run away without giving him a chance to find her.
When Flossie left the hospital with Quinton, Quinton was still downcast and quiet.
Flossie turned to him and tried to comfort him.
“Quinton, stop overthinking.
I’m sure she’s just scared and wants to protect herself; it’s normal.”
“Of course it’s normal—she thinks I’m a controlling pervert, so she wants to stay far away from me.
I guess I should just be grateful that she doesn’t want to kill me.” Quinton looked up at the clouds and smiled bitterly.
“Maybe she’s just biding her time waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver the final blow.” Flossie shook her head.
“Quinton, stop.
Let’s just find Joanne and make it clear to her—” “I would happily sink into the ocean with her if it happens again.” Quinton interrupted her, his gaze distant.
Flossie was scared by this sudden change in Quinton.
She needed to find Joanne as soon as possible and clear up their misunderstanding, but Joanne had disappeared.
Even the doctor had no idea where she went, so it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
“Quinton, buck up.
We’ll come up with something and find her.” Flossie started the car and turned on the GPS.
“Do you know if Joanne has any friends in Beach City? Who’s the most likely person she’ll go to?” “She doesn’t know anyone.” After a brief pause, Quinton continued calmly, “I killed her entire family, so the only person she knows is me.” Flossie was speechless for a moment.
Although she had heard it from Joanne, she still had her doubts…
until now.
She didn’t know how to react to his statement.
After enduring something like that, it was only natural that Joanne would want to take revenge on Quinton.
If it had been Flossie in her position, she would have done much worse.
“But Quinton, that’s…
very cruel.
Joanne’s family was your foster family.
Why did you kill them for no reason?” Flossie chose her words carefully.
“They deserved it.
I killed them to protect Joanne.” Quinton didn’t sound the least bit guilty as he spoke calmly.
“Joanne would have died instead if I didn’t do it.
No…
Joanne would have suffered a fate worse than death if they got her instead.” “Can you tell me the details?” Flossie knew that Quinton was not ungrateful or a murderer.
At least, he wouldn’t kill his foster parents even if he hated them.
Something must have happened to force his hand.
“There’s nothing to explain— they deserved to die, and I would do it again if I had to,” Quinton said fiercely, clenching his fists as he recalled his painful past.
“Take it easy.
I…
I’ll stop asking about it.
Calm down.” Seeing a glimpse of Quinton’s old self frightened Flossie.
“I should have drowned and died with her back then.
As for the other things…
I regret nothing.” “Does that include you aborting your baby with her?” Flossie blurted out, unable to stop herself from asking.
“Baby?” Quinton’s gaze turned cold, and he sneered, “That was my last regret. That baby was a sin, and had no right to come into this world, but she foolishly wanted to deliver it…
I would never have let her do such a stupid thing.”
Quinton’s sudden change scared Flossie. She swallowed nervously, feeling like she was walking on eggshells. “But why?
Since you and Joanne cared so deeply for each other, why didn’t you want a child with her? Why-”
“Shut up!” Quinton shot her a fierce glare. “Stop asking about it! If you really cared about me as a sister, you wouldn’t reopen my wounds just to satisfy your curiosity!” After that, he got out of the car and stormed off.
Speechless, Flossie helplessly watched him leave. She could tell that this was what was troubling Quinton and Joanne.
However, only they knew the real story, and if they refused to talk about it, it would torture them forever as it grew worse.
After dwelling on it, Flossie felt that she could only resolve this issue after locating Joanne. The problem was that Joanne had left without a word, and Flossie didn’t know where to find her… but maybe there was someone she could ask. There was one person Joanne could go to in this city who had the status and resources to hide her.
It had to be Halston, whom she’d unfortunately nearly strangled to death recently.
Flossie didn’t want to have anything to do with him, but she had no other options. He was probably the only person who’d know where Joanne was.
“Ah, I’m just going to have to bite the bullet,” Flossie grumbled unhappily. She heard that he was in the hospital, so she bought some fruits and supplements and went there.
When Flossie arrived, Halston was alone in the ward. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, an IV drip inserted in his arm, and he looked quite weak.