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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 them if you

talking like old

seen his uncle so genuinely warm and friendly

I’ll take you out for some fun. It’s boring to drink coffee here all day. I

realizing she was still a

take good care of Quinlyn, and Zebulon agreed, but he

mischief.

in here. You must have some powerful backers to get my uncle to take you in. I have to say you’re

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from now, he’ll probably have his own family. And you? Just some forgotten foster kid. Like

faces, but Quinlyn was indifferent.

messages.

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has a 90% antiviral rate. Why

I

started as a cover–up. To fake Chester’s addiction, she implanted a fever–causing virus. Later, when developing

how should we handle purification without damaging

[I haven’t done it

and her phone

go blind,” Zebulon said, deliberately keeping her from

a dumb name. Who does he think he is, some big shot professor

him. “You go to Briarwood

Do you know what that means? It’s where the best students in the country

Quinlyn nodded absently.

sending voice messages to the group chat, ranting about how irresponsible it was to let kids play with phones. She really wanted to tell him that those were his real

you hear me?” He tossed the phone back to her.

serious consequences, so she chose not to argue with him further. Instead, she turned her attention to the scenery outside

serious this time?” Zebulon suddenly

thought, she said, “He’s just exhausted. That’s why his immune system is weak and he

about 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

that he really cared about Glenn. Trying 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

for a moment, then turned his head away. “I don’t

left unsettled. He spent the rest of the trip in sullen silence, simmering with irritation.