How could he bear to look at Sebastian, lying in the sterile white of the hospital room, and he didn''t act?


    Divorce was an unthinkable option.


    Kyle''s brow furrowed, his tone shifting from its usual politeness. "Orion, are you nning to go against Alexander?"N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    Orion''s voice was tinged with curiosity. "If Alexander is so concerned about Quinn, why did they divorce in the first ce?" Kyle found himself at a loss for words, the details of their separation unknown to him. "It''s absurd," Orion continued, his voiceced with scorn. "On one hand, he''s indifferent, yet he refuses to let go. Is he sick?"


    "Orion, mind yournguage," Kyle warned, his tone stern.


    Orion''s response was icy. "He''s ughtered many of my people, left Sebastian in this state, and nearly killed me. Do you expect me to be civil towards him?"


    Hearing this, Kyle knew the conversation was futile. He nodded and said, "In that case, you handle it yourself. Goodbye." Without waiting for Orion''s response, he turned and left the hospital room.


    Orion watched Kyle''s retreating figure, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles cracked. He turned his gaze to the hospital bed where Sebastiany in aa, an oxygen mask obscuring his face. He had lost so much blood that he was barely clinging to life.


    If anything happened to Sebastian, Orion swore he would never forgive Alexander.


    Once Kyle had left the hospital, he reported the incident to Alexander. Alexander casually tossed his phone aside and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze sweeping over the courtyard. The trees had shed nearly all their leaves, leaving a barrenndscape. The sun was hidden behind a thickyer of clouds, casting a dark hue over everything, the ground reflecting a near-white.


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    Quinn had been in the bedroom for several hours, growing increasingly bored, when a message from Walter appeared on her phone. She picked it up and saw that Walter was asking her toe out. Quinn scrolled up, but there was no previous chat history. It was as if this was the first time Walter had ever messaged her. She checked his Facebook profile, which was simrly devoid of activity. His profile picture, a ck upright knife against a ck background, seemed out of character for Walter.


    Quinn put her phone away and opened the door, only to find Alexander standing there. He was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and casual pants, his tall frame towering over Quinn at the doorway. She looked up at him, a moment of confusion washing over her. He seemed familiar, like a figure from her memories.


    "What do you want?" Alexander''s voice snapped her back to reality. Quinn gestured towards her phone. "My brother asked me toe out." Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Brother?" Quinn didn''t understand his reaction but nodded in affirmation.


    Alexander chuckled. "You''re quick to get into character, calling him ''brother'' so soon." Quinn pursed her lips, not understanding hisment.


    But Alexander continued, his voice firm. "You''re not allowed to go see him."


    Quinn''s brow furrowed in confusion. Why? Before she could voice her question, Alexander grabbed her wrist, pushed her back into the room, and closed the door behind them. He pressed her against the door, his hand cupping her chin and forcing her to look at him.


    "I said no," he reiterated, his voice low and menacing.


    Quinn felt a surge of anger. She stared defiantly at him, her hand moving in a questioning gesture. "Why?"


    "No reason," he replied curtly.


    Quinn''s anger red. She tried to push him away, but before she could touch him, he caught both her hands. He lifted them above her head, pressing them against the door.