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Chapter 188 Howard and Viola pulled with all their strength.

"Ahhh!" Yosef screamed in agony as the wound was jostled, but the pain also snapped him back to consciousness. Once he was safely inside the window, pale and trembling, he weakly pointed outside. "She's still out there, go help her.

"Don't talk right now," Howard said, though he was equally anxious. Seeing that the bleeding had mostly stopped, he grabbed a spare bedsheet-six feet two inches long enough to reach the ground. But as he turned back, he heard a loud crash outside.

"Quinlyn!" Howard's heart sank. He rushed to the window, his eyes frantically scanning the ground below. The air conditioning unit had smashed into pieces. Quinlyn had been wearing jeans and a white T-shirt.

She was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was just panicking. Then someone below shouted, "Over there!" Howard turned his head and saw Quinlyn safely back on the drainage pipe, climbing down. She must have jumped off the unit to avoid falling with it.

She'd rather save herself than wait for their help. Quinlyn didn't trust them. Realizing this, Howard let out a bitter laugh, suddenly regretting their earlier test.

The ambulance arrived late due to the wildfire, but the first aid had been effective, and Yosef was out of immediate danger.

Meanwhile, the TV station still hadn't shown up, and Raymond, despite the online outcry, hadn't appeared either. The crowd, which had initially been sympathetic, was now furious.

"Ugh, if she wants to die, just get it over with! Why drag others into it? Whoever her idol is, they're cursed!" "What kind of spoiled brat uses her dad's kidney to chase after a celebrity?" "Seriously, the whole family's nuts. Just let them be. If Shirley wants to die, let her. Look at those other kids over there, saving lives like a hero. People like Shirley are just a waste of resources." Quinlyn, who had just climbed back down, overheard the comparisons. She brushed the dust off her clothes, washed the blood off her hands at a nearby convenience store, and returned to the dessert shop without a second thought about Shirley on the rooftop.

Eventually, Shirley, trembling and exhausted, broke down and cried for help. Howard pulled her to safety. "Dad, why doesn't he want to see me? I just want to see Raymond." "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm useless. You have to be okay." Watching Charlie and Shirley sob in each other's arms after the ordeal, Howard and Viola felt a mix of emotions. They didn't feel relief-just a sense of disgust. But as public servants, they had no choice but to do their jobs.

***** When Mandy saw Quinlyn return, disheveled and dirty, she assumed she'd been bullied and was ready to send her bodyguards after whoever had done it.

Quinlyn shook her head, saying she was fine, and sat down to eat three plates of dessert, offering thoughtful feedback. "They're all good. Chester should try these." Mandy, satisfied, quickly forgot about the incident. It wasn't until the next day, when she saw the news, that she realized Quinlyn had disappeared to play the role of a superhero.

***** 1/3 12:06 Sat, 29 Mar Chapter 188 At the stime, in a private room at an upscale club in the city, Raymond removed his disguise hat and sunglass and looked seriously at the child in front of him. "Are you hurt? Quinlyn shook her head.

Still worried, he carefully inspected her before finally relaxing. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. If it weren't for you, I'd be taking the blfor sure." Earlier, Quinlyn had sent a message to Luke, telling him not to go here. She knew Raymond Aside from being a bir scatterbrained and talkative, he wasn't the type to actively encourage a fan's dangerous behavior. Shirley's actions hard nothing to do with him.

Thanks to Quinlyn's quick thinking, Luke notified the TV station and issued a fake statement saying Raymond was out of town, avoiding further escalation of the situation.

"Yosef is out of danger. I'll cover his medical expenses as a reward for his bravery. As for Shirley, I helped the neighbors file a lawsuit against her. She'll spend a year in juvenile detention for the high-altitude object throwing. She'll learn her lesson" Quinlyn nodded, satisfied with the outcome. Raymond, however, looked dejected. "You know, I used to think kids were adorable. But now I realize they can be a handful when they act out.

Quinlyn didn't respond, already tuning him out as she focused on the fruit platter in front of her.

"Actually, a lot of my fans are kids. I used to check their group chats to see what they were talking about-, snacks, crushes. Stuff I'm not really into.

You're younger than them, but somehow, we get along just fine. Hey, Quinlyn, I've realized something. The kind of kid I've always wanted to adopt is someone like you. So, how about I becyour adoptive father?" The last sentence sounded eerily familiar. Quinlyn turned to look at him, her expression blank. Another one? she thought "No," she said flatly, turning her head away.

"Why not? I'm actually pretty rich. Acting's just a side gig. I can go back and take over the family business anytime." Raymond turned on the TV and pointed to the news. "See? That oil company is ours." Quinlyn glanced at the screen. It was a foreign enterprise, but the fact that it had secured a government contract for oil exploration spoke volumes about its influence.

"It's yours, not ours." She corrected. 'Don't try to cozy up to me,' she thought.

"Don't be so cold. We get along so well. Plus, I'm not planning to get married or have kids, so you'd inherit everything. Isn't that a great deal?" "No, thanks. I have my own money." "You can never have too much money. I'll give you my share too." "No." The conversation ended in a stalemate, and Quinlyn left early. Raymond was left feeling disappointed and spent a long treflecting.

He concluded that maybe he wasn't impressive enough, so he sent a message to Luke. "I'm taking a break from acting. I'm going back to take over the family business." Luke thought, 'Didn't you say you'd only go back if you failed in acting? You're an Oscar-nominated actor now! What are you thinking, you king!'

Quinlyn, of course, took no responsibility for this. On her way home, she blocked both Raymond Month and Warren "Too many "dads" popping up. I can't handle this,' she thought. But as soon as she got home, she found Edward waiting in the living 2/3 al, ZY IVICI Chapter 188 room.

80% # "Grandpa." Quinlyn's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but smile. She walked over and crouched beside his wheelchair, asking softly. "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Edward still looked weak and frail. He had been secluded since Stanley's birthday, and it didn't seem like he had fully recovered. Quinlyn felt a pang of sadness and carefully adjusted the blanket over his legs.

Edward gently patted her head, his eyes filled with affection. “I cm today to tell you something. I've found sinformation about your parents." Quinlyn's head snapped up, her heart racing. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1