If Alexander were here, he''d totally be arguing with her.


    But now, no one was around to p back. After she finished talking, it was just crickets.


    She stepped up and scooped the baby off the bed. After a while, most of the wrinkles on the kid''s face had smoothed out, and she looked pretty darn cute, drooling with a big ol'' grin. When Quinn firstid eyes on Peanut, she felt the same way she did now seeing this little one. Back then, she had this weird mix of envy.


    Now, holding the baby, she felt this deep, unexinable sadness.


    The kid grabbed her cor and tried to munch on it. In no time, Quinn''s cor was soaked with drool.


    Abigail was kinda stunned, not having a clue where this baby came from. She was even more shocked. When did Quinn sneakily have a baby? Whose baby was this?


    While she was still trying to piece it together, Quinn suddenly asked Kyle, "Can I change the name?"


    "Sure thing. What name you thinking?" Kyle asked.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Quinn stared at the name tag again, looking a bit spaced out.


    She mumbled, "Let''s call her Brandy Kennedy."


    Kyle nodded and said, "Got it. I''ll sort it out tomorrow."


    Quinn gave a slight nod. She reached out and pinched the baby''s finger, her eyes a mix of sadness and tenderness.


    "Brandy Kennedy, you like that name?" Quinn asked, though it wasn''t clear if she was talking to the baby or someone else.


    The baby just smiled back, not understanding a word.


    At first, Quinn hadn''t nned on adopting this kid. Alexander had brought her back on his own. Thest name Kennedy seemed fitting.


    Maybe, in this lifetime, she and Alexander would never have kids of their own.


    It was a pain neither of them could shake off.


    Quinn put the baby back on the bed.


    Brandy was a chill baby; she didn''t cry or fuss, just yed by herself and babbled nonsense.


    The nanny chimed in, "She''s usually super chill. Doesn''t cry no matter who''s taking care of her. Except for eating, drinking, and pooping, she''s quiet. She''ll grow up to be a lively and lovely girl." "Really?" Quinn asked, forcing a smile and looking at the baby. "I hope so."


    ''Can Alexander see this? We couldn''t keep our child back then, and now you''ve adopted Brandy. Are you gonna let her grow up without a dad too? Don''t make the same mistake again,'' Quinn thought. She didn''t want to stick around any longer and turned to leave the room.


    Abigail had been in a daze the whole time. When she stepped outside and felt the wind, she snapped out of it. "Quinn! That kid isn''t yours, right?" she asked loudly, drawing some stares. Quinn thought for a moment and said, "I found her in Las Veges. Alexander adopted her, but from now on, she''s my daughter. Keep it on the down-low, okay?"


    Abigail finally let out a sigh of relief. "I was freaked out. Don''t worry. I won''t tell a soul."


    Quinn gave a small smile, "Thanks, Abigail."


    "It''s nothing. Why thank me? So, where to now?" Abigail asked.


    Just as Quinn was about to answer, her eyes caught sight of two people in the distance. Her expression changed.


    "I''m talking to you. What are you looking at?" Abigail asked, turning to see what Quinn was staring at. She was just as surprised.