Getty''s voice echoed through the hallway as she called out to the receding figure, "Are youing back tonight?"


    The uncertainty of whether her words had reached him hung in the air. The next morning, Quinn stirred from her slumber, a throbbing pain pulsating through her skull.


    She attempted to sit up, her hand instinctively clutching her head, but the room spun wildly around her. With a weak sigh, she surrendered to the vertigo andy back down.


    Just then, Soren emerged from the kitchen, a small bottle of medicine clutched in his hand. His face lit up upon seeing Quinn conscious. "Quinn, you''re awake just in time. Take this medicine!" he eximed.A frown creased Quinn''s forehead as she regarded Soren.


    Her memory was a foggy haze, and she couldn''t ce this man. Hadn''t she been drinking with Chandler?Her gaze drifted to the bedside table where a notey. It read, "You have Alzheimer''s disease. If you can''t remember things, check the notebook in your bag."Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    A second note reminded her, "Don''t forget to take the medicine in the drawer."Leaning against the headboard, Quinn watched Soren bustling around for her, her face etched with difort.


    The pain in her head was relentless.Soren approached her, extending the medicine towards her. "Take this. You drank too much alcohol," he advised.


    Quinn epted the medicine from him and swallowed it, grimacing as a bitter taste flooded her mouth. A wave of nausea swept over her, causing her to lean over the bedside and retch.Soren was quick to react, reaching out to pat her back soothingly.


    Once Quinn''s bout of vomiting subsided, she epted a tissue from Soren, wiping her mouth before bravely swallowing the remainder of the medicine. With an apologetic smile, Soren handed her a candy. "I got it when I went to the supermarket. Take it."


    Quinn epted the candy, popping it into her mouth. This was her first experience with alcohol, and her memory of the previous night was a nk te.


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    She bit into the candy, her fingers flying over her phone as she typed out a message: [How did Ie back?]Soren scratched his head, looking slightly perplexed. "I''m not sure either. When I came back, you were already in bed." A flicker of suspicion crossed Quinn''s eyes. Had someone brought her back? Chandler was an unlikely candidate, as he had no knowledge of her residence.


    Besides Soren, only Walter and Alexander knew where she lived. She quickly dismissed her own spection, chiding herself for her narcissism."I have to go now.


    Remember to take the medicine from the drawer," Soren reminded her before leaving the room.Quinn watched him leave, then took a moment to gather her strength before pushing off the bed. She retrieved the medicine from the drawer, then moved to the window, pulling back the curtain to let in the morning light. The early morning sun was shining, its rays seeping through the window and casting a warm glow on Quinn.


    She sighed, the ground-floor room offering limited sunlight. With a heavy heart, she shuffled to the living room couch, picked up the remote control, and flicked on the TV.


    The news that greeted her was a shock. Chandler was dead? Quinn''s eyes widened in disbelief. She quickly grabbed her phone and began searching, her heart sinking as she found numerous articles about the hotel fire and spections about Chandler''s death.


    The source of the photos remained unconfirmed, leaving Chandler''s death shrouded in mystery. The news only served to exacerbate Quinn''s headache.


    She wanted to ask someone about the events of the previous night, but she didn''t know who to turn to.


    All she could think about was Chandler''s death and the halted project. Alexander wouldn''t tell her where Juliet was.Lost in her thoughts, Quinn was startled by the sound of the door opening. She instinctively straightened her back, her gaze fixated on the door. After a few suspenseful seconds, the door swung open, and a figure stepped in.