Kyle was like, "Forget that dude. We gotta focus on Mr. Kennedy. The fact that he won''t even face Sean means he''s having a rough time with the Lynch fam. It''s not just Aron who''s got it out for him."


    "Totally," Quinn nodded, staring at the raindrops hanging off the eaves.


    Everyone was just chillin'', waiting to get their piece of the estate, but then someone way more capable showed up. Now, not only would they have to share the inheritance, but it might also mess with their lives. No wonder they were freaked


    out.


    But with Aron leading the charge, the rest were just waiting to cash in.


    Quinn thought about how alone he felt in this ce, still unsure because of his attitude.


    "Kyle, go check out that stock Sean mentioned," Quinn ordered.


    "Got it," Kyle replied.


    When the rain eased up a bit, Quinn finally hopped in the car and took off. It was toote to hit up Susan''s ce, so she headed to a hotel instead.


    Quinn had no clue how long she''d be stuck here. She nced at Abigail feeding Sprout, and they started another tug-of-war.


    She plopped down next to Abigail and asked, "Abigail, you bored here?"


    Abigail paused, looking puzzled. "Why you askin''?"


    "I''m worried you''ll get too bored. I went to Iris Estates again and left you here alone," Quinn said, feeling guilty.


    Abigail rolled her eyes. "It''s no biggie. You think I got nowhere to go?"Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Quinn was momentarily speechless.


    Abigail shoved the bottle into her hand. "Chill out. I''m not a kid. I can handle myself. If I get bored, I''ll go out. I even hit the beach a few days ago." "Okay. I might not be able to take care of you," Quinn admitted.


    Abigail couldn''t help butugh. It was funny hearing Quinn say she''d take care of her. To Abigail, it should be the other way around.


    She patted Quinn on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself first. Feed your kid; look how wet he is. He can drive me nuts."


    As Abigail spoke, Sprout was still making noises nearby, like he was arguing with her.


    Quinn fed him with the bottle. He was always chill when she fed him, not spitting out the milk or getting distracted.


    After feeding, she changed his clothes and gave him a bunch of toys to mess with on the bed.


    Quinn took his clothes to the bathroom to wash. As soon as she went in, the little guy picked up a stuffed animal from the bed and chucked it at Abigail.


    But he didn''t have enough strength to throw it far. Abigail, arms crossed, watched him throw it, pick it up, and throw it at her again.


    He was only a few months old and already so mischievous. She couldn''t imagine what he''d be like when he got older.


    The next day, Quinn headed back to Iris Estates. She nced behind her, paused for a sec, then pulled out the key to open Susan''s door.


    Besides the key lock, the door also needed a password to keep Anna from wandering off.


    It was the weekend, but Susan wasn''t home, and Anna wasn''t there either. Susan had probably taken Anna out for a walk.


    Quinn put Sprout in the stroller and checked the kitchen. No groceries left. She tossed the clothes from the bathroom into the washing machine and went out to buy some groceries.