Chapter 368:

“Heading out?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.

Quentin offered an easy smile. “Yes. Goodbye, Miss Harris.”

“Goodbye.”

As he walked past her, Linda’s gaze lingered for a beat before she turned away, a frown forming between her brows. Why did Quentin keep coming here? What business did he have with Ernest—especially now?

In his current state, Ernest wasn’t in any condition to give orders. And yet, Quentin kept returning to report to him.

Had Ernest tasked him with something before falling unconscious?

Her mind whirled with questions as she ascended the stairs. Upon reaching Ernest’s room, she didn’t bother knocking. She pushed the door open.

“Ernest?”

a sharp, acrid scent filled

Burning.

“Ernest, what are you—”

sentence before her gaze landed on him, seated near an ashtray,

object curling at the edges as

haste to discard it, the fire licked dangerously close

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“Careful!”

forward, instinctively grabbing his wrist before he could burn

Ernest? Did you get

but then shook his head, brushing off

The card—whatever it had been—was now nothing but charred remains. His tense shoulders relaxed, his features

keeping her expression composed, as if

said smoothly.

and gave a small

on a wheelchair, his condition had improved enough that he could stand with

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