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Chapter 205

Chapter 205

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Glenn had recovered from his illness. When he heard about Zebulon’s stunt, he frowned. “Tell him to come see me when he has time.”

Within two hours, Zebulon arrived in a hurry. “Glenn, it’s great that you’re okay. But why do you look so pale? Are you sure you’re fully recovered?

“Why don’t you take a few more days off? I can handle things for you: Zebulon perched on the edge of the dining table as soon as he entered, expressing concern with genuine sincerity in his eyes.

Glenn had mixed feelings about his nephew. He’d raised Zebulon, but he was disappointed by how impulsive Zebulon had become after reconnecting with his birth parents.

Glenn sighed, the weariness of his illness seeping into his voice, “Zebulon, you’re so impulsive. When will you learn to think before you act?”

“I wasn’t being impulsive. I was just worried about you,” Zebulon grumbled, defending himself.

Glenn just shook his head and motioned for him to sit and eat.

As soon as Zebulon sat down, he noticed the little girl eating happily across from him. He suddenly felt a sharp sensation in his ear. “Glenn, are you developing an heir or a secret agent? She almost took me out with that one move?

Glenn shot him a sideways glance. “Quinlyn is a guest here, and she’s involved in the legislative process. Show some respect”

Zebulon paused, thinking he’d misheard. “This little kid is involved in the legislative process? No way. And she should show some respect to me, he thought.

He was so angry that he had no appetite. He could only watch as Quinlyn ate most of the food.

He only felt hungry after he left the table, which made him even angrier.

After the meal, the three of them were drinking coffee in the living room. Zebulon noticed that his uncle was acting a lot warmer toward Quinlyn.

“Quinlyn, try this cup of coffee. Can you guess which jar the beans came from?” Glenn asked.

After hearing Quinlyn’s answer, he replied, “That’s right. Your taste buds are pretty amazing. Try this cup; it should be even smoother.” He handed her another cup.

traditionally made candies. Take

close, talking

his uncle so genuinely warm and friendly with

drink coffee here all day. I can take you to the

the excitement in Quinlyn’s eyes, realizing she was still a child. “Take some bodyguards with you and have

Zebulon agreed, but he was already

mischief.

heard you pleaded your way in here. You must have some powerful

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still young and strong. A few years from now, he’ll probably have his own family. And

tongue and made faces, but Quinlyn was indifferent. She just looked down at her phone,

messages.

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group chat, Sawyer’s message popped up. [Quinlyn, this medicine has a 90% antiviral rate. Why didn’t you

[I forgot I made

fake Chester’s addiction, she implanted a fever–causing virus. Later, when developing its antidote, she accidentally

how should we handle purification without damaging the molecular

it

the screen, and her phone was snatched away before she could

kids are always glued to your phones. You’re gonna go blind,” Zebulon said, deliberately keeping her from

Who does he think he is, some big shot professor at Briarwood

looked at him. “You go

the Young Scholars Program. Do you know what that means? It’s where the best students in the country join–a gathering

Quinlyn nodded absently.

let kids play with phones. She really

tossed the phone back

not to argue with him further. Instead, she turned

very serious this time?” Zebulon suddenly

of thought, she said, “He’s just exhausted. That’s why his immune system

overworking.” Zebulon’s lips pressed into a thin line. Catching Quinlyn’s gaze, he scowled, “What are you looking at? Yeah, it’s pathetic I learned of his illness from an

to explain things based on her experiences over the past few days, she said, “He’s protecting you.” After all, if word got out about Glenn’s health, everyone close to him could be in danger.

then turned his head away. “I don’t need

was the one left unsettled. He spent the rest of the trip in sullen silence, simmering