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At the same time, outside the ICU ward of the hospital, the entire Young family was gathered. Lilian
had fainted from crying a couple of times, and Sean seemed to have aged a decade in just moments –
their only sony injured inside.
Lilian’s eyes were nearly swollen shut from tears, and her face twisted with frantic grief as she
screamed at the police officer who hade to inquire. “That monster who hit my son – he must pay
with his life! My boy is so badly hurt; why should he still be alive?”
Matthew’s condition was grave: a fractured skull, a left leg shattered into pieces, a ruptured liver,
internal bleeding in his abdomen, and a broken spine. The doctors were uncertain if he would ever
wake up.
Even if he did, chances were he’d never stand again. In short, the Youngs‘ only son was, for all intents
and purposes, ruined. The blow to Lilian was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
The officer was irritated and helpless as he reiterated, “Mrs. Young, the cause of this ident was
primarily your son’s failure to obey trafficws. He was speeding and ran a red light, crashing into a
vehicle that was moving legally. Your son should bear the main responsibility.”
Internally, the officer felt that the SUV’s driver was an innocent victim caught in the crossfire.
Sean, holding back a sobbing Lilian, said, “My son has loved motorbikes since he was young. He’s
never had an ident in all these years, never even a ticket. I think there’s something fishy about this
ident.”
The officer frowned, “If you don’t trust our findings, you can check the surveince footage from the
intersection yourself. We’ve based our conclusions on that footage and a detailed technical analysis of
the crash site. If you insist on questioning this, there’s nothing more we can do.”
The officer left after exining the situation. The Young family members sat in heavy silence.
Sean asked Miranda to help Lilian get some rest.
Rachel had been quiet until the mother and daughter left, and then she asked, “Sean, have you heard
from Quintessa recently?”
At the mention of Quintessa, Sean’s brow furrowed, “Why bring her up all of a sudden?”
Rachel shook her head, “I don’t know. I just feel like something’s been off recently. Everywhere.”
Sean was in no mood for this, his mind painfully burdened by his son’s ident.
“Don’t talk to me about that harbinger of doom. One of these days, I’ll make sure she’s gone for good.
Something’s not right about this ident. I’m going to have it quietly investigated. And our dealings
with Mr. York, no matter what, must continue, at least out of the public eye, you understand?”
Rachel clenched her teeth, “I understand. I won’t let it go either.”
For three years, she knew Sean had hired hitmen multiple times, but none had seeded. The unease
in Rachel’s heart deepened.
Quintessa was like a ticking time bomb in her life, one that could destroy her if it went off. Quintessa
had to die so she could have peace of mind.
In the evening, Quintessa had just finished a photoshoot for a magazine cover and grabbed a casual
dinner with Manny and Violet.
As the night darkened, Violet instructed Manny to drive Quintessa home. Before leaving, Violet took
Quintessa’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to see Mr. York today?”
“Absolutely sure. When ites to reeling in a man, I think I’ve got the upper hand.”
Violet yfully smudged Quintessa’s makeup, “Go on back home. And hey, you’re living next door to
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Jackson. Try to cozy up to him a bit more.”
Quintessa teased back, “Aren’t you afraid I might end up cozying up to him in bed?“
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At the same time, outside the ICU ward of the hospital, the entire Young family was gathered. Lilian
had fainted from crying a couple of times, and Sean seemed to have aged a decade in just moments –
their only sony injured inside.
Lilian’s eyes were nearly swollen shut from tears, and her face twisted with frantic grief as she
screamed at the police officer who hade to inquire, “That monster who hit my son – he must pay
with his life! My boy is so badly hurt; why should he still be alive?”
Matthew’s condition was grave: a fractured skull, a left leg shattered into pieces, a ruptured liver,
internal bleeding in his abdomen, and a broken spine. The doctors were uncertain if he would ever
wake up.
Even if he did, chances were he’d never stand again. In short, the Youngs‘ only son was, for all intents
and purposes, ruined. The blow to Lilian was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
The officer was irritated and helpless as he reiterated, “Mrs. Young, the cause of this ident was
primarily your son’s failure to obey trafficws. He was speeding and ran a red light, crashing into a
vehicle that was moving legally. Your son should bear the main responsibility.”
Internally, the officer felt that the SUV’s driver was an innocent victim caught in the crossfire.
Sean, holding back a sobbing Lilian, said, “My son has loved motorbikes since he was young. He’s
never had an ident in all these years, never even a ticket. I think there’s something fishy about this
ident.”
The officer frowned, “If you don’t trust our findings, you can check the surveince footage from the
intersection yourself. We’ve based our conclusions on that footage and a detailed technical analysis of
the crash site. If you insist on questioning this, there’s nothing more we can do.”
The officer left after exining the situation. The Young family members sat in heavy silence.
Sean asked Miranda to help Lilian get some rest.
Rachel had been quiet until the mother and daughter left, and then she asked, “Sean, have you heard
from Quintessa recently?”
At the mention of Quintessa, Sean’s brow furrowed, “Why bring her up all of a sudden?”
Rachel shook her head, “I don’t know. I just feel like something’s been off recently. Everywhere.”
Sean was in no mood for this, his mind painfully burdened by his son’s ident.
“Don’t talk to me about that harbinger of doom. One of these days, I’ll make sure she’s gone for good.
Something’s not right about this ident. I’m going to have it quietly investigated. And our dealings
with Mr. York, no matter what, must continue, at least out of the public eye, you understand?”
Rachel clenched her teeth, “I understand. I won’t let it go either.”
For three years, she knew Sean had hired hitmen multiple times, but none had seeded. The unease
in Rachel’s heart deepened.
Quintessa was like a ticking time bomb in her life, one that could destroy her if it went off. Quintessa
had to die so she could have peace of mind.
In the evening, Quintessa had just finished a photoshoot for a magazine cover and grabbed a casual
dinner with Manny and Violet.
As the night darkened, Violet instructed Manny to drive Quintessa home. Before leaving, Violet took
Quintessa’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to see Mr. York today?”
“Absolutely sure. When ites to reeling in a man, I think I’ve got the upper hand.”
Violet yfully smudged Quintessa’s makeup, “Go on back home. And hey, you’re living next door to
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Jackson. Try to cozy up to him a bit more.”
Quintessa teased back, “Aren’t you afraid I might end up cozying up to him in bed?”