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“Enough!” Oliver’s patience had reached its limit. “Will you ever cease these games?” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I assure you, this is no game. Are you joining me or not? Abigall was already perched precariously on the ledge, her gaze dropping to the dizzying height below. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine.

Truth be told, she lacked the bravery to make the leap, but she was confident that this ploy would

succeed with Oliver.

“Fine, fine, I’m on my way!” Genuine concern laced Oliver’s voice. Just step down from there, will you?”

Abigail’s laughter echoed in the air, a playful sound, as she gracefully descended from the windowsill. “Hurry up, I’ll await your report.”

“You truly are a piece of work…” Oliver sighed, resigned to the fact that he could never resist his sister’s

whims.

Once he ended the call, Oliver offered an apology to his client before setting off towards Alexander’s

residence.

The gate of the villa was firmly closed, offering no glimpse of what lay beyond the confines of his car. He exited the vehicle and pressed the doorbell, but the silence from within was deafening.

Just as he was about to head back, a message from Abigail appeared on his phone screen, revealing the

code to Alexander’s door lock.

Oliver studied the string of numbers for a moment, wrestling with his conscience. Was he truly about to

trespass?

His hesitation was fleeting, however, and he punched in the gate code. The door obediently swung open

at his command.

Upon entering the villa, Oliver refrained from venturing upstairs. Instead, he called out several times

from the ground floor.

After several minutes of waiting and receiving no response, he was about to depart when a faint sound caught his attention. It was as if something heavy fell to the floor.

Oliver questioned whether it was merely his imagination playing tricks on him and strained his ears, listening intently.

Sure enough, the noise echoed again, and this time, he was sure of it.

He followed the sound, eventually coming to a halt in front of a door. Tentatively, he called out,

Quinn?

The room remained silent.

Oliver repeated her name a few more times and tried the doorknob, only to find it locked.

“Quinn, are you in there?”

Quinn stirred slightly. Oliver’s voice seemed distant, but she recognized that someone was outside the door.

She had heard her name being called in her drowsy state. Initially, she had dismissed it as a hallucination. In an attempt to reach out to the voice, she had inadvertently knocked something over.

Now, the voice was clear. Someone was indeed calling her name.

Summoning her strength, she managed to tap lightly on the door.

The sound was barely audible, and Oliver hesitated before asking, “Quinn, if you’re in there, tap three

times.”

A soft tap echoed from within.

Then, a second.

But the third tap never came.

Oliver was now almost certain that someone, or something, was inside. He hesitated for a moment, then fetched a chair from within the house and used it to break the door lock.

With the lock shattered, the door creaked open slightly.

Pushing the door open with some effort, Oliver was met with a storage room cluttered with cardboard

boxes and books.

A pile of scattered books blocked the entrance, and as Oliver moved them aside, his sharp gaze caught sight of a hand among the debris.

Oliver’s eyes widened in shock, and he quickly crouched down, sweeping away the pile of books to reveal the figure buried beneath.

Quinn was sprawled on the floor, her body curled up. Her face was ashen, and sweat beaded her forehead, nose, and neck. Damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks in disarray.

Despite his usual reluctance to interfere in others‘ affairs, the sight made Oliver’s heart tighten.

How could Alexander do this?

This was his wife, carrying his unborn child, and yet he could treat her so cruelly!

Without wasting a moment, Oliver scooped up Quinn and dashed out of the villa, heading straight for the hospital.

Abigail had been calling him incessantly. Only after Quinn was rushed into the emergency room did Oliver finally answer.

“How is it, brother? Did you find her?”

Oliver glanced back at the emergency room doors. To prevent Abigail from worrying unnecessarily, he chose to tell a small lie, “She’s fine, at home.”

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