Quinn gave a quick nod and followed the doc inside. There was a room just for changing clothes. She slipped into the room, threw on a cleanroom suit, and headed over to Sean''s bedside.


    The doc checked Sean out. His vitals were still super weak, like he could kick the bucket any second. Quinn stared at Sean, her eyes all sad and stuff.


    She couldn''t do jack except hope he''d pull through.


    She''d asked about Sean''s stuff, but the doc was being all careful and didn''t hand it over.


    Later that night, Quinn went back to her own room, only to find Walter chilling there.


    He was lounging in a chair, azy grin on his face as he looked at her.


    "Did you find him?" he asked, all yful, totally not matching Quinn''s down mood.


    Quinn nced at him, then at the cab, her face shifting a bit.


    "Did you take my stuff?" she asked.


    Walter raised an eyebrow and picked up a package, toying with it. "You mean this pile of junk?" he said, all casual.


    Hearing "junk," Quinn felt a stab in her heart. She suddenly lunged forward to grab the package from him.


    Walter lifted his hand out of her reach. "It''s just a pile of dirt. Why are you freaking out?" he said, all nonchnt.


    To provoke her more, he added cruelly, "You didn''t give a damn about him when he was alive. Now that he''s dead, you treat a pile of dirt like it''s gold. What''s the point?"


    His words cut deep. Quinn couldn''t argue back ''cause she knew he was right.


    She went quiet and stubbornly tried to snatch the package from his hand.


    But with the height difference, she couldn''t reach it no matter how hard she tried. Frustrated, she shoved him back onto the sofa and lunged at him again. But he just tossed the package out the window. Quinn''s eyes widened as she lunged forward, but she missed and hit the ground hard.


    She watched the package scatter in the air, the reddish-brown dirt falling, some of it getting in her eyes, stinging like hell.


    She turned to look at Walter.


    Walter leaned back on the sofa, looking down at her like he just threw out some trash.


    Quinn''s eyes flickered and turned red. She red at Walter with pure hatred.


    This was the first time Walter had seen that look in her eyes.


    "Looking at me like that, you wanna kill me over that pile of dirt?" Walter sneered.


    Quinn shot back instinctively, "That''s not dirt!"


    "Then it''s Alexander. So, you''ve epted he''s dead?" Walter fired back.


    Quinn was stunned and went silent again.


    The dirt didn''t mean anything, but she had nothing else left of Alexander-just the blood-stained dirt that had his traces.


    If he really was dead, it was the only thing Quinn could take back with her.


    She silently stood up and walked out.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.