Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Yes, it was our fault,” he admitted. “I’m already very guilty. I don’t care what their surname is, but half of their bloodline belongs to the Guajardo family. You can’t say they’re not related to us. Of course, I know that the relation isn’t much.”
“Well, aren’t you rather friendly?” Quinton said.
He now had a different impression of Timothy.
In the past, he had heard of Timothy’s character. The man was said to be very powerful; after retiring from the army, he became a businessman and established the powerful Guajardo Enterprise. He was a very capable person.
At first, Quinton assumed Timothy would be arrogant and condescending. Now, it seemed the man was a nice person. At the very least, he was better than his despicable grandson.
“Thank you for your compliment. Although I’m old, I have a sprightly mind. I did have a bad temper in the past, but now I don’t find it necessary to get angry unless it’s something serious. Of course…. I can hold on even if something serious happens. It isn’t a big problem.” Timothy waved, grinning.
Flossie whispered, “Grandpa, don’t push yourself. Who was the one who got up angrily to hit Halston? I was worried about your heart condition.”
“Ahem! That was different,” Timothy said awkwardly.
He wanted to maintain his peace and be a kind and amiable old man. Only, the condition was he didn’t want to see his annoying grandson.
“I should respect you since you’re my grandpa’s old friend,” Quinton said.
He tensed up and tried his best to suppress his dissatisfaction.
He added calmly, “I can do that as long as your grandson stops pestering my sister. We won’t interfere in each other business. But if he pesters her and affects her, I don’t care if you’re my grandpa’s comrade. I’ll pull the trigger and shoot.”
“I promise to stop that bastard from harming Flossie ever again. If he does, I’ll shoot him myself. I won’t wait for you. *Timothy said seriously. He didn’t sound like he was joking.
“You’d better don’t break your promise.” Quinton took Flossie’s hand. “Let’s go!”
Timothy watched the siblings leave Guajardo Manor, staring at their backs for a long time before looking away. He glanced at the vacant dining room and became melancholic.
Sighing, he muttered, “How sinful!”
As Quinton walked out of Guajardo Manor, he was silent, in deep thought. A rare helplessness dawned on him. He was panicking and trying to keep himself in check, and his actions drew sympathy.
Flossie couldn’t hold on for long, and blurted out, “Quinton, my only brother. You were the one making a scene today. Why do you look like we’ve ganged up on you instead?”
She recalled his actions, especially how he had ruined a vase worth millions at the door of the manor, and how he had aimed a gun at Timothy’s head. He even said such terrible things!
Flossie was livid. At first, she wanted to teach him a lesson. However, seeing his pitiful appearance made her reflect on herself instead.
“What’s wrong? Did I do anything wrong to make you this gloomy?” she asked him.
“It isn’t your fault,” Quinton said.
He shook his head and glanced at Flossie, who was following him. A long sigh escaped him. “Halston is annoying, but after some thought, I think some of his words made sense.”
Flossie frowned, and stopped herself from complaining. Instead, she asked, “Which part?”
If she remembered correctly, Halston spouted a lot of messy nonsense. To her, none of them were logical. She wondered why Quinton would come to think that way, given that he always regarded Halston as his enemy.
“He said I’m crazy, and that I’ll only bring you trouble. I should stay away from you for your sake.” Quinton frowned, looking forlor. He said gloomily, “Maybe I should. Do you think I should go away to work, and you and the kids return to Sun Island?”
“Quinton! What rubbish is that?” Flossie retorted.
Seeing Quinton so disappointed and blaming himself, she felt very sorry for him.
“Even if I want to go back to Sun Island, I’m taking you with me. If not, I would’ve long gone there. For what reason should I stay here? As for that nonsense about keeping some distance from me, just ignore him! Don’t sink to his level. He’s a cold and heartless man. He always put his interests above everything else. He doesn’t know how valuable family affection is.”
“No!” Quinton took a few steps back, blinking in pain. “I recalled my past. I’m a curse! I only brought misfortune to the people around me. I’ve already ruined Joanne. I can’t ruin you.”
“That’s different!” Flossie tried to comfort Quinton. “Joanne and you fell out with each other! Even then, it isn’t your sole responsibility. It was the environment back then. It was destined. I know you care about her very much. You want her to be happy, don’t you?”
“So what of it?” Quinton broke into a bitter smile. “I still ruined everything. I ruined her purity and hope in life. She’s now a living corpse. I brought this upon her. And I caused you so much trouble, too. Staying away from you seems to be the only thing I can do!”
Quinton generally pretended to be cold and cruel, but in truth, he often reflected on his actions until he wanted to slap himself hard.
He had thought about it more than once. If it weren’t for him, Joanne might have led a simple life. She might even find a refined gentleman and have cute children. Her family would be an ordinary one, full of happiness and warmth.
He also thought about something else more than once. Halston’s betrayal of Flossie might be caused by him- perhaps Halston was bothered by him, her annoying brother.
If he hadn’t been around, Halston and Flossie might still be a couple. They might even be happily ever after. “Quinton, wake up!” Flossie yelled.
She couldn’t bear to see Quinton so delusional and pessimistic. She would rather see him be his usual self, making a scene anywhere he wanted. At the very least, he was himself and more carefree.
Instead, he was stressing himself out.
“When I was younger, Grandpa told me to be confident and bold. That I should never doubt myself! When you feel that life is unhappy, or something’s wrong, then it must be because of someone else. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to resolve the problems on the surface. Do you understand?” Flossie said seriously, gripping Quinton’s shoulders.
Although that logic was self-centered, it was useful.
It was especially useful when one’s thoughts or directions were muddled, or when the stress was too much. That logic was a clear lamp that could help one see their future.
In short, it would be better to pinpoint problems in others instead of stressing oneself out.
For a very long time, Flossie was engulfed by her failed relationship with Halston. She acted like Quinton and kept reflecting on herself. She wondered what she could have done better, or if she wasn’t good enough. She thought she was the reason Halston didn’t love her.
But before long, she saw things through.
Halston rejected her because there was something wrong with him. Their relationship wasn’t blessed, thus she couldn’t be with him.
She could be charming and unique if she wanted to. Even if she lost Halston, she could simply find another man. And even if she stayed single, she still could lead a happy life.
Hence, she happily went to Sun Island though she was pregnant. There, she lived several free and happy years.
As a result, she learned that her happiness had nothing to do with men but herself. Her mind decided her situation. If she was optimistic, her life would always be bright and cheerful.
The current Quinton behaved like the past Flossie, hopeless and dispirited. She had walked into a dead-end and blamed herself fiercely. She had been very pessimistic, too.
It had been deeply exhausting.
“Recite after me. To hell with everybody! I’m in charge of my life. It’s better to drive others crazy than stress myself out!” Flossie said passionately.
Suddenly, she became energetic. She raised her fists enthusiastically and guided Quinton to do the same.
Quinton cleared his throat and looked around carefully. A sudden awkwardness gripped him as he quickly pressed Flossie down.
“That’s enough. I got it. Let’s go home. If not, people who see us might think we’re crazy.”
“Look, you take things too hard. It’s your life. You don’t have to care about what others think!” Flossie kept raising her fists. ‘Stop overthinking, Quinton. Recite after me… If you want to succeed, give it your all. Rush forward regardless of anything!”
Quinton was speechless.
Although the siblings were acting crazily, they got into the car laughing and fooling around.
They had no idea that someone was watching them go from the third floor of the Guajardo Manor. It was none other than the matriarch of the manor, Francine, Halston’s mother.