NovelEnglishThe cop said, "Hey, Ms. Mellon, the kid situation's all sorted out. Big thanks to you and your hubby for the good deed. On behalf of the Las Vegas police, much respect." Quinn was like, "Wait, what? What husband?" What the heck did she miss? "Mr. Kennedy also threw in two hundred million bucks to the welfarein your name. You two are clearly good folks and seem to have a solid relationship." The cop kept yapping, but Quinn's brain was on pause. What did Alexander pull this time? Wasn't he broke and split from Sean? She was about to storm out but then paused, thinking.
In the end, she didn't go looking for Alexander.
He did all this just to make her cto him. After getting played by him so many times, Quinn knew his game.
At the hospital, Alexander stood by the incubator, staring at the baby for ages.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe doc next to him smiled and said, "This kid's super lucky, not just to be saved but to have a dad like you..." "Why's she so ugly?" Alexander cut in, stopping the doc's praise.
The doc was taken aback and glanced at the incubator. He coughed and said, "Newborns are like that. She'll get cuter as she grows." Alexander looked at the other incubators. "Then why are the other babies so cute?" The doc replied, "I told you, she was just born. Not even a day old. Of course, she doesn't look as good as the others. Give it time. Once the vernix is gone and she grows a bit, she'll look better." Alexander frowned, clearly not happy with his surprise daughter.
After a bit, he turned and left the ward without a second thought.
The doc also frowned, puzzled. Alexander didn't seem like a nice guy. Rich folks, man, they're unpredictable. Alexander went back to his ward, waiting for Quinn. But as night fell, she still hadn't shown up.
The second day, the third day, even up to the fifth day, Quinn still hadn't shown up. Alexander finally called the cop.
Then, Quinn got another call from the police, asking her to hit the hospital.
"What's up?" Quinn asked.
The cop said, "We need to do sregistration, take a statement, and snap spics for the record. Won't take long." Quinn smelled something fishy. "I'll go to the station then." "Isn't the kid still in the hospital?" the cop asked.
"Do I need to bring the kid?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, we need a photo for the record, and you both gotta be in it," the cop replied.
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Suspicion flashed across Quinn's face. She didn't know much about this stuff, but if the cops said so, not cooperating might get her in trouble. She sighed. "Alright." Quinn went downstairs and only saw Soren in the living room.
She walked over and whispered, "Soren, where's Walter?" Soren thought for a sec. "I think he went upstairs. You need him?" Quinn waved her hand. "I'm heading out for a bit. Don't tell him." "Got it, I didn't see anything," Soren said, playing along.
Quinn quickly jogged out of the villa. Glancing at the stables, she bit her lip and decided against riding a horse, choosing to walk instead.
The bus stop was three miles away, and there was only one bus at eight in the morning. At this hoục, there definitely wouldn't be another one, so she had to try her luck hitching a ride. She got lucky; just as she hit the road, a car rolled by.
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