On the way back, Quinn''s phone rang.


    She casually checked the caller ID and then sat up straight. It was Walter.


    Walter: [Don''t worry, I''m fine. Just got to Miami.]


    Quinn''s heart skipped a beat. She quickly typed: [Why are you in Miami?]


    Walter: [Alexander sent me to take over thepany here.]


    Quinn knew it was because of yesterday''s events. Alexander sent Walter far away to Miami. But why did Walter agree?


    If he was in Miami, how could he help her?


    Walter: [I''ll be back after handling things here. There''s still time, no rush.]


    Quinn: [What do you mean?]


    Walter: [It''s early here. I can still grab breakfast. The air''s nice, just a bit hot.]


    What was he trying to say?


    Quinn didn''t think he meant that. She couldn''t rely on Walter and had to figure things out herself.


    But no matter how smart she was, she couldn''t outsmart Alexander. Even Walter lost to him, and Landon was killed by him. What chance did she have?


    Quinn sighed and looked out the window. She stretched out her hand, sunlight falling on her slender fingers.


    ''The sun''s out. When will hopee into my life?'' she thought.


    It seemed Alexander hadn''t restricted her freedom, but she felt shackled everywhere.


    After returning, she slept all afternoon.


    In the evening, Olivia called her for dinner, and Alexander still hadn''te back.


    Quinn didn''t care. After eating, she went back to sleep.


    She spent the entire weekend in bed, only getting up to eat. When she woke up, she felt weak all over.


    ''Aren''t people with amnesia supposed to stop feeling sleepy once they recover? Why am I still so tired?'' she wondered.


    Quinn propped herself up on the bed. Maybe she had slept too much; she felt exhausted, even breathing was tiring. She sat on the edge of the bed to rest before dragging herself downstairs.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    Olivia was worried. Quinn''s mental state had improved for a few days, but now she was lethargic again.


    Was she bored at home, needing to work and stay busy?


    "Mrs. Kennedy, are you alright?" Olivia asked.


    Quinn shook her head. "I''m fine."


    She went to the dining room and took the medicine on the table. After taking it, she had to rest for a while to recover.


    Just then, Kyle called.


    nning your weekend reading? . The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively avable on our site. Happy reading! Quinn weakly answered.


    "Mrs. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy is in trouble," Kyle said, unsure how to start.


    "What happened to him?" Quinn asked.


    Kyle took a deep breath. "Mr. Kennedy has been drinking at The Cube for two days and nights. Can you go and persuade him?"


    She hadn''t seen Alexander for two days and had just remembered him.


    "If he likes to drink, let him. What does it have to do with me?" Quinn said nonchntly.


    Kyle exined, "Mrs. Kennedy, his injuries haven''t healed yet. Not to mention the previous ones, the ones from falling off the cliff with you haven''t healed either. If he keeps drinking like this, his body won''t take it!" Quinn paused, and the scene of him protecting her as they rolled down the cliff shed in her mind. But it was quickly overshadowed by his words from two nights ago.


    Heined she didn''t know how to seduce men, so he went to The Cube to drink with barmaid. But what did that have to do with her?


    Kyle anxiously added, "Mrs. Kennedy, no matter what happened between you two, just think of it as repaying him for saving your life several times. You should go and persuade him, right?"


    He pressed, "Do you really want to see him die?"