Walter nced down at Quinn beside him. His slightly curly hair fell over half his face, and a faint smile yed on his lips, but his eyes were distant. Quinn was lost in a long dream.


    She dreamt of Lucas. For as long as she could remember, Lucas had always been there.


    That handsome brother always had a gentle smile. Even though he was the same age as her other brothers, he seemed more mature and steady. Out of all her brothers, he was her favorite.


    Whenever she got into trouble, she''d run to him first and hide behind him.


    He had promised to always protect her and never let anyone hurt her.


    When awake, Quinn could barely remember his face; he was just a vague outline in her memory.


    But in the dream, his face was clear.


    In the dream, with birds singing and flowers blooming, she could feel the gentle breeze on her cheeks and see his smiling eyes under the bright moonlight.


    He brought her delicious food, shielded her from her other brothers'' anger, braided her hair, and pushed her on the swing.


    She instinctively reached out to touch him, but her hand went straight through him, touching nothing.


    Yet he still looked at her dotingly, smiling as always.


    A sudden emptiness surged in her heart, startling her so much that she fell off the swing.


    Quinn abruptly opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling, gasping for breath as a wave of loneliness enveloped her heart. "You''re awake?"


    Hearing the voice, Quinn looked up.


    Meeting Walter''s smiling eyes, her gaze became vacant. His eyes gradually ovepped with the smiling eyes in her dream, merging into one person. "Lucas," she murmured.


    Walter''s smile froze.


    "What did you call me?" Walter asked in disbelief.


    Quinn stared at him without blinking, tears suddenly streaming down her face. She quickly got up and threw herself into his arms.


    "Lucas, I missed you so much," she cried as she embraced him.


    Hearing what she had just said, Walter could no longer smile.


    He just sat there stiffly.


    Quinn snuggled in his arms, feeling as if she hadn''t seen him in a long time, holding him tightly, unwilling to let go.


    She was afraid that he would disappear like in the dream, no matter how hard she tried to hold on.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Olivia, seeing the two hugging, was shocked.


    Standing there helplessly for a moment, Olivia walked forward, trying to separate them. "Walter, she needs to take her medicine."


    00000 Quinn had been asleep since the morning, and now fifteen hours had passed.


    Walter was silent for a long time before he ced his hand on Quinn''s shoulder and pushed her away. "You need to take your medicine," he said. Quinn looked up, blinking, staring at him for a long time before realizing he looked different from before.


    She raised her hand and touched his cheek, saying, "Lucas, you''ve grown up too."


    Walter removed her hand and said tly, "You got it wrong, I''m not Lucas."


    Quinn shook her head, looking at him firmly. "You are," she insisted.


    Then, as if thinking of something, she hugged Walter again. "Lucas, did I do something wrong? Are you unhappy?" Just as Olivia was at a loss, she turned and saw Alexander standing at the door, not knowing when he had arrived.


    He stood there, exuding a cold aura, his sharp eyes and ck trench coat almost blending into the night outside.


    Olivia was so frightened that she trembled, and the bowl in her hand suddenly fell.


    The porcin bowl hit the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces as the dark medicine slowly spread across the floor.</p<>