GoodReadThe disease's progression was as unpredictable as a storm, capable of intensifying without warning.
After a moment of contemplation, Doctor Smith finally acquiesced, "Very well, I'll keep this from him. However,
you must promise to adhere to your medication schedule."
Quinn offered a nod of agreement, her eyes shimmering with a profound sense of gratitude. Throughout his
numerous visits, Doctor Smith had never before cast such a pitiful gaze upon her.
The sudden shift stirred a bitter sensation in the back of Quinn's throat. It was a look she dreaded, a constant
reminder of her abnormality, her deviation from the norm.
How she yearned to be just like everyone else...Doctor Smith's countenance was a complex tapestry of emotions
as he observed her, "Quinn, please don't shed tears. Your illness isn't as severe as you fear. Just remember to
take your medicine and maintain your journal; it's not as terrifying as it seems."
Quinn's gaze fell to the report she held in her hands.
A pause ensued, a moment of introspection, before she picked it up again for a closer examination. Then, with a
sense of finality, she ripped the report into shreds and discarded them into the nearby trash bin. "Quinn..."She
swiftly picked up her phone and typed out a message: [I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Dr. Smith.]"Don't let
despair consyou, it's detrimental to your condition," he advised gently.
Quinn offered a faint nod in response. Doctor Smith continued to shower her with comforting words, to which
Quinn listened in silence, occasionally murmuring a noncommittal agreement.
Upon seeing Kyle Astor arrive with a meal in hand, Doctor Smith promptly rose to his feet, sensing it was tfor
him to take his leave. Kyle cast a suspicious glance at the pair; their expressions were unsettling, and it was
unclear what their conversation had entailed.
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"Quinn, have you been feeling any better these past few days?" Kyle asked, his concern evident in his tone.
Quinn managed to pull the corners of her mouth into a small smile and nodded to reassure him. Kyle Astor
furrowed his brows suspiciously but chose not to probe further.
He set the table and patiently waited for Quinn to finish her meal before making his exit. Once outside, Kyle sat
in his car, ruminating over the situation until he finally decided to call Alexander.
As soon as the call connected, Kyle found himself struggling to find the right words. Before he could utter a
single syllable, Getty's voice echoed through the line, "Alexander, what are you doing? Someone's looking for
you over here.""Alright, go ahead. I'll catch up.""Make it quick, okay?"After Getty had departed, Alexander finally
addressed the call, "Kyle Astor.""Ah, Alexander, when are you returning?" Kyle inquired, his gaze drifting towards
the villa's closed gate. Quinn was likely back inside by now, lost in her thoughts on the couch. "In a couple of
days. Is something amiss with Quinn?""No, it's just that | ran into the Doctor earlier.
He's been visiting quite frequently.
Did you arrange for this?'Kyle's
question was hesitant, but the
expressions he had witnessed earlier
were undeniably peculiar, as if they
had been discussing some
clandestine matter. "Is Quinn
improving?"'She seemsyo be@dping,
byt dontyouting $e might be
bored, being halone all the
time?""Mind your own business."With
that, Alexander abruptly ended the
call, leaving Kyle without a chance to
respond. After the sudden
disconnection, Kyle Astor sat in
silence for a while before releasing a
sigh. He couldn't comprehend
Alexander. His own spouse was ill,
and yet there he was, scouting
locations with Getty. At times, even
Kyle struggled to discern who truly
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held Alexander's affections.
Meanwhile, Getty, noticing Alexander
hadn't joined her, returned and
looped her arm through his. "Who
was that on the phone? You're here
with me, can't you just forget about
that dummy at hfor a while?"
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