Crimson lifeblood seeped from her wrist, blossoming like a rose in full bloom.


    Through the veil of her tears, a glimmer of stubbornness shone as she pressed down on the wound repeatedly. The pain was not as acute as she had anticipated; instead, she felt an unfamiliar sense of liberation. The sharp twinge in her heart was somewhat alleviated by the physical pain in her wrist. She had never experienced such lightness before.


    She came to a realization; throughout her past and in the present, she had never known true happiness. It was only in this moment, teetering on the precipice of death, that she found a sense of joy and relief.


    She loved Alexander, but what had she gained from it? Nothing but a heart riddled with wounds. She couldn''t point fingers at anyone else. It was her own foolish delusion, her love so insignificant and unworthy of his attention. The me rested solely on her shoulders.


    A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Quinn''s mouth as she mocked her own fate.A heavy rain began to fall outside her window. Quinn turned her head, listening to the rhythm of the raindrops in silence. She leaned against the bed, her eyes gradually closing.


    A single tear trickled down her cheek as she loosened her grip, allowing the shards to tumble to the ground.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    Suddenly, the bedroom door was kicked open, the loud noise sending a jolt through her heart. Quinn reluctantly opened her eyes, catching sight of a figure rushing towards her. Regrettably, her vision was blurred, and she couldn''t make out the words being whispered in her ear. She felt light-headed, as if she were soaring, and the room spun around her.


    The only clear sound was the patter of rain against the window.In her hazy state, Quinn thought she saw Juliet, just as she had been many years ago, her hair grey and a kind smile on her face. Juliet sang a luby, her hand gently stroking Quinn''s head.


    Quinn allowed a small smile to grace her lips, obediently closing her eyes and sumbing to sleep. This time, she wouldn''t cause Juliet any more worry.


    The bedroom was eerily quiet. Soren stood awkwardly to the side, stealing nces at Alexander''s expressionless face. It was impossible to decipher his thoughts.


    The floor had been cleaned, but a faint, metallic scent of blood still hung in the air.Quinn''s wound was a grisly sight, but she hadn''t lost a significant amount of blood.


    Her unconscious state was due to her weakened condition. The longer Quinn remained unconscious, the more Soren''s nerves frayed.Just as Soren''s anxiety peaked, Alexander''s voice cut through the silence, "Why hasn''t she woken up yet?"Soren flinched at the question."Quinn is just sleeping," he improvised hastily, "she''ll wake up soon."Alexander withdrew his gaze, refraining from asking further.


    At that moment, a bodyguard entered to report, "Alexander, Kaitlyn is here."Alexander''s brow furrowed as he nced at Quinn onest time before abruptly rising and exiting the room.Kaitlyn paced anxiously in the hallway. It was her first time here, and her gaze held a hint of disdain. Upon seeing Alexander descend, she swaggered over, "Son.""What are you here for?" Alexander queried.Kaitlyn bristled at his tone. She retorted icily, "You are my son. Why can''t Ie here?"