Sebastian looked momentarily stunned.
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Before he could answer, Reba pushed further, “Or was it that, besides the Guzman family’s chairman, the Quinn family was also involved in what happened back then?”
“He’s always regretted what happened,” Oliver, who had been standing quietly nearby, finally spoke up.
Reba bristled inwardly. “And then what?” she spat, her tone sharp.
Sebastian opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
Reba made it crystal clear she wanted nothing from them–just wanted them to leave her and her mom alone for good. “Instead of acting all sorry, why don’t you keep your distance like you’ve done for thest twenty years? That would actually earn you some respect from me.”
Not caring about their reaction, she got up and stormed off.
She was fuming. ‘Seriously? You hurt my mom all those years ago and now you think a weak apology wipes the te clean?‘ Reba thought, her anger burning.
‘Does regret turn back time?‘ Reba sneered to herself. ‘Does regret really heal the scars in my mom’s heart?‘
‘Regret? Like that could ever fix anything.‘ Reba seethed, her thoughts swirling with resentment.
“Ms. Reba is just really close to her mom. Don’t take it to heart,” Oliver said, trying tofort the silent
Sebastian.
“She’s got the same temper Amelia used to have,” Sebastian sighed, his mood heavy. “Do you think I should apologize to her for what happened back then?”
Oliver paused for a moment before answering, “With Ms. Jensen’s personality, I doubt she’d ept it.”
Sebastian’s face was a mix of emotions. “Yeah, that girl’s stubborn as a mule.”
Oliver joked, “You’re just as stubborn as they are, you know.”
“Yeah, both those girls get their hard–headedness straight from me,” Sebastian admitted with a wry grin. If anyone else dared say that, I’d probably have snapped at them. “Honestly, if I hadn’t found out she was in thata for so many years, I might have held that grudge forever.”
“Want to go see her?” Oliver suggested.
“Nah, not right now,” Sebastian said, gazing through the ss as Reba walked away into the distance. “Maybeter.”
“Sounds good,” Oliver agreed.
Sebastian stood up and left the café. As he slid into the car, he turned and asked offhandedly, “Where’s that
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“Said he went upstairs to check in on Jeffrey,” Oliver responded casually. “He told us not to wait around for him.”
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Meanwhile, in Jeffrey’s hospital room, Gregory was giving a detailed report on what had happened downstairs.
“Ms. Jensen has left. The Quinn family didn’t send anyone to tail her. It was probably just some small talk, Gregory exined.
“Have Tommy watch her back quietly,” Jeffrey said, his gaze growing darker. “Things aren’t any safer here than in Jsburg. The moment you see anything off, I want to know.”
“Got it,” Gregory replied.
Just then, the hospital room door cracked open, and a bodyguard poked his head in. “Mr. Hanson, the third heir of the Quinn family is here to see you.”
Jeffrey’s vibe instantly chilled. “Let him in.”
“Please,” the bodyguard said, pulling the door all the way open.
A young man, barely in his twenties and bursting with energy, strolled in. Spotting Jeffrey in the hospital bed, he shot him a mischievous grin. “So, what should I call you now? Brother–inw or Mr. Hanson?”
“I’m not in the habit of picking up random rtives,” Jeffrey replied tly.
“Hey, how’s that random?” Jack grinned, superfortable in his skin–his casual clothes made him look even more energetic. “If we’re sticking to family logic, Reba’s my cousin, you’re her husband, that makes you my brother–inw whether you like it or not.”
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Stanley had honestly never seen anyone this shameless before. “Well, guess this is the first time I’ve heard of an uncle who gives his nephew something he’s allergic to.”
Jack shot back with a mischievous smirk, “So you admit I’m rted to Reba, huh?”
Stanley could only stare,pletely at a loss. ‘What kind of family did I just walk into?!‘
Jeffrey shot him a sideways nce.
‘Why’s he talking nonsense out of nowhere?‘ Jeffrey thought, impatient.
“Alright, I admit I was wrong with the whole nephew thing,” Jack said, shing an innocent smile. “If you still hold a grudge, just give it back to me. I’m allergic to mangoes–eat two and I’ll end up just like your nephew
did.”
“Give it to him,” Jeffrey said, staring Jack down.
Stanley blinked, thrown off “Give him what?*
Gregory fished out two small mangoes from who–knows–where,
Jack gave them a quick look, totally unfazed. “Man, you really hold a grudge, don’t you?
Jeffrey didn’t so much as blink. “They’re right there. Whatever you do, it’s your call:
“Like I even have a choice? If it helps my dear brother–inw cool off, I guess I’ve only got one option,” Jack said, swaggering as he picked up both mangoes.
Daniel, the secretary who came in behind, frowned. “Eat those, and you’ll drop dead.”
Jack spun the two mangoes in his hands, not bothered at all. “Rx, worst case I’ll just have trouble breathing<b>. </b>No big deal.”
Daniel was at a loss for words.
“Hey, don’t worry, this is all on me–just my own crazy idea,” Jack added, ncing at Daniel. “If anything happens, my brother–inw’s off the hook. Don’t go ming him, alright?”
Daniel could only sigh helplessly, took out his phone and made a call. “Better get ready, Mr. Quinn’s gonna need a crash cart in a minute.”
Stanley stared, dumbfounded.
Stanley’s brain was short–circuiting. Literal question marks everywhere.
‘What the hell is even going on here?!‘ Stanley thought, wondering what universe he’d wandered into.
‘Jack’s a lunatic, sure, but now Jeffrey’s just as nuts–and this secretary guy, he’s not even trying to stop the chaos. Are they all crazy?‘ Stanley thought, totally dumbfounded.
“So, if I eat these two, does that mean we’re even over what happened with my nephew?” Jack asked, peeling the mangoes while he spoke.
“That’s settled for me.” Jeffrey said coolly, making it clear he wasn’t forgiving Jack for Reba. “But with Reba, you’re on your own. Go apologize to her yourself.”
“Guess you’re not exactly the king of the castle at home,” Jack needled, stuffing the little mango into his mouth, words muffled as he chewed. “But if you think about it, Reba’s Amelia’s kid–that stubborn streak probably runs in the family.”
He was still talking when angry red hives started breaking out across his face and neck.
Jack should’ve been miserable with all that itching, but he just shrugged it off, acting like nothing bothered
him at all.
Daniel’s brow furrowed as he watched, but at least the emergency team was already waiting outside.
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“Alright, that’s enough,” Jeffrey cut in, stopping Jack before he could grab the second mango. Not worth the hassle if the guy actually copsed.
“Nope, not gonna happen,” Jack said, standing up and peeling the second mango without a second thought. “I promised I’d eat two, so two it is. Gotta keep my word–<b>as </b>an uncle, gotta stick to my promises for the kid.
Jeffrey was silentpletely speechless.
As he finished off the second mango, Jack started wheezing for real. “Alright, time for a rescue. We’ll talk business next time,” he joked, rasping out the words.
He toppled over without another word, and Daniel was quick as lightning–caught him before he even hit the ground, then lifted him up and headed outside.
The folks out in the hallway didn’t even flinch–like this was just another Tuesday. They expertly scooped Jack up and got him medical help as if it was all routine.
“Is this guy nuts or what?” Stanley muttered, genuinely confused. ‘He’s literally on the brink of dying and still trying to schedule a hangout? What did hee from?’
Jeffrey just kept quiet, his expression unreadable.
Most of the time, Jeffrey couldn’t care less about any deals Jack tried to pitch.
Jack was the baby of the Quinn family–only thing he inherited was a small–time entertainmentpany. The rest? Zilch.
But, gotta admit, his insane move actually got Jeffrey’s attention.
“Jeffrey,” Stanley called out.
Jeffrey turned to look at him.
Stanley was genuinely curious. “If you two ever dated, who do you think would be the bigger psycho–you or him?”
‘One of you just sits there stabbing himself like it’s nothing, the other goes and eats stuff he’s deathly allergic to without batting an eye.’ Stanley thought, torn between calling them stone cold or straight up crazy. ‘Seriously, do these guys have nerves of steel, or are their brainspletely fried?‘
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