"So, you think it''s a nightmare too?" Walter shot back. "No matter what Alexander did, it all went down. You''ve seen it. Even now, Getty''s still strutting around like a peacock. Thanks to Alexander, right? And you? Just ''cause he was nice a few times, you forgot everything. Now you''re here, feeling sorry for him. Isn''t that nuts?"


    Quinn was speechless, totally floored.


    She couldn''t argue with Walter; he always knew how to hit where it hurt.


    She slowly bent down, covering her face, feeling a pounding headache.


    She even had the wild thought that if Alexander were dead, she wouldn''t have to keep suffering.


    Kyle watched them through the rearview mirror, feeling a chill. Walter clearly had his own agenda being Quinn''s assistant; a few words from him and she was already falling apart.


    Kyle had a gut feeling that Walter was sending a message: if he couldn''t have her, no one could.Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    What a scary man.


    If he stuck around Quinn any longer, everything Alexander had done would be for nothing. If Alexander died, he wouldn''t rest easy.


    "Walter, you drunk or something? How about I drop you off up ahead to get some air?" Kyle suggested.


    Walter nced at Kyle and asked, "Kyle, do you think I make sense?"


    "What''d you say? I was driving. Didn''t catch that," Kyle shot back.


    "It''s cool. I can say it again," Walter sneered.


    "Enough," Quinn suddenly said, looking up at Walter. "Walter, you don''t need to say this stuff. If you''re that bored, go see Freya more often."


    Walter squinted, his vibe turning icy.


    Quinn went on, "Freya might not be a saint, but she never did you wrong. Your thing with her is no different from mine with Alexander. When you judge others, at least look at yourself first." Walter stared at her, then suddenlyughed.


    "You really care about him. Can''t even stand anyone talking smack about him," he said with a mocking grin.


    The car was dark, and Quinn couldn''t see Walter''s face, but she could tell his tone was off.


    He seemed hurt too.


    Walter suddenly said, "Stop the car."


    Kyle had been waiting for this, and he braked hard, stopping by the roadside, almost throwing Quinn and Walter out.


    Walter opened the door and got out, mming it shut so hard Quinn thought he might break the car.


    As soon as he was out, Kyle started the car and drove off with Quinn.


    After a bit, Kyle finally spoke, "Mrs. Kennedy, don''t listen to his crap. That guy''s got bad intentions."


    "I know," Quinn mumbled.


    Kyle let out a sigh of relief, but only halfway, as he heard Quinn add, "But he''s not wrong."


    "Mrs. Kennedy..."


    "You don''t need to say anything. I know it in my heart. Lots of people know right from wrong, but still do the wrong thing even when they know it''s wrong," Quinn said. She had calmed down.


    She continued, "If life could be sorted out just by what''s right and wrong, no one would be unhappy. Choosing something just ''cause it''s ''right'' might get you praise for being logical and responsible. But if it doesn''t make you happy, then that ''rightness'' means nothing."


    Kyle was stunned, thinking about her words for a long time before he got it.