Having perused their chat history, Quinn typed in response to Orion.


    Quinn: [No ns.]


    Orion followed up with another message.


    Orion: [Where are you now?]


    Quinn raised her head to nce in the direction of the school gate, then bowed it back down to transmit her location.


    Quinn nced towards the direction of the school gate and then sent over the address.


    Each time Orion received her address, it was always somewhere unexpected, a ce he could never guess. He couldn''t fathom why she chose these peculiar locations every time. Without dwelling on it, Orion drove to Lindwood School of Arts and immediately spotted Quinn sitting by the roadside.


    Parking his car, he hurried over, calling out, "Quinn."


    Upon hearing the voice, Quinn looked up at him. Quinn heard a sound and looked up at him. Orion had a smile on his face as he handed over the coffee in his hand. "It''s hot," he said.


    Seeing the smile on his face, Quinn was momentarily stunned until he ced the coffee into her hand, which brought her back to reality.


    "What are you doing here?" Orion inquired.


    Quinn turned to look at him, Orion''s smile was warm, much like the sun behind the clouds, especially in this vast white world, reflecting a pure and clean smile on his face. Once again, she drifted off.


    Noticing Quinn''s distraction, Orion waved his palm before her, "Are you okay?"


    Startled back to reality, Quinn shook her head, setting the coffee down beside her, gesturing that she was waiting for someone.


    "Waiting for someone?" Orion nced at the school gate, perplexed. Did she know someone attending the university?


    Quinn nodded, averting her gaze back to the school gate, awaiting a person who would never arrive.


    "Is it a friend of yours?" Quinn toyed with the edge of the coffee sleeve, opting for silence instead of a response.


    Sensing her silence, Orion didn''t press further, "Then I''ll wait with you. Once he appears, I''ll treat both of you to a meal."


    He rambled on, the two of them sitting together, both dressed in white puffer jackets, resembling a matching set.


    Moreover, with their appearance and sitting in this ce, no one would question their age.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Everyone assumed they were a couple.


    Meanwhile, in his car, Alexander remained stationary, a few more cigarette butts littering the exterior.


    Kyle called him, and he answered, his gaze never leaving the duo by the roadside.


    "Alexander, are youing to the office today?"


    "What''s the matter?"


    "Xavier is here."


    "OK."


    Ending the call, Alexander observed the pair for a few more moments before turning away and departing.


    Xavier, Xavier''s mother, hade seeking Alexander to plead on her son''s behalf, hoping for clemency.


    In the meeting room, Xavier rose as Alexander entered.


    "Alexander."


    Alexander nodded slightly, gesturing for her to sit.


    Xavier appeared noticeably aged, the rapid toll of grief evident since Valerie and the two children''s passing. Unable to endure the agony of losing her children any longer, she sought out Alexander.


    "Alexander... no, Mr. Kennedy. I have known what Xavier had done. No matter his reasons or intentions, wrong is wrong, so I''m here to apologize on his behalf." Alexander lit a cigarette, reclining casually in his chair, silently listening to Xavier''s plea.


    After a brief silence, Xavier continued, "As long as you are willing to spare Xavier, I am prepared to agree to any terms."