Quinn was floored. She just gawked at Walter, her brain doing somersaults from what he just dropped on her.


    She tried to catch any hint of deceit on his face but came up empty. All she could see were those scenes she thought were just nightmares, ying on repeat in her head. Feeling lost, she looked away, staring nkly at a corner of the room.


    She clutched her chest, like there was a jagged rock stuck there, making it hard to breathe.


    Maybe she never felt this way before; everything hit her like a freight train, no time to even think.


    But now, in the quiet, the sense of loss and helplessness started creeping in.


    She shook her head. "You''re messing with me. I don''t buy it."


    "It''s cool. You might need some time to wrap your head around it," Walter said, all chill.


    Quinn turned to him, seeing that calm look on his face, which only made her more sure he was full of it.


    Last time when Walter took that dive off a cliff, she saw him jump. She couldn''t catch him, and in that split second of grabbing at nothing, she epted he was gone.


    But this time, she didn''t see how Alexander died, didn''t see his body, so deep down, she still thought he was out there somewhere.


    She didn''t dare to feel sad, like being sad would make it real.


    After a beat, she threw off the nket and got out of bed, walking past Walter towards the door.


    "Where you headed?" Walter asked.


    Quinn ignored him and bounced from the hospital. She needed to go back to that spot to see if Walter was feeding her lies.


    Walter watched her leave. Out of nowhere, he knocked the water cup off the table.


    Quinn walked out of the hospital. She''d been here before with Alexander, so she knew the way.


    Walter trailed her, and Colin popped up, looking like he''d been through the wringer. He''d had a rough time shaking off the goons.


    He''d just gotten back and hadn''t even changed his dirty clothes, sticking close to Walter.


    "Mr. Smith, need a ride?" he asked.


    Walter stopped, watching Quinn''s figure. She was still in the hospital gown, way too big for her. The hem hit her knees, and her legs were bare, making her look like she was wrapped in a bedsheet. He looked away and turned in a different direction, not nning to follow her.


    Colin caught up and asked, "Mr. Smith, aren''t you gonna keep an eye on Ms. Mellon?"


    "Why should I?" His eyes had a cold glint, and he sneered, "If she wants to go, let her go."


    Colin scratched his head, confused, but didn''t push it.


    After leaving the hospital, Quinn walked down the path, heading straight ahead.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    She got back to that ce. It was still a wastnd, like nothing had gone down.


    But the bloodstains on the ground told her it was all real, not a dream.


    She remembered Alexander''sst look.


    Even though she was far away and couldn''t see it clearly, her mind filled in the nks of his gaze at that moment.


    She slowly squatted down, touching the bloodstains.


    She never denied she remembered him. Sure, she couldn''t be with him without any baggage because of their past, but she never said she didn''t care about him.