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Naomi added, “I thought the doctor said it would be best for Mom to continue her treatment for three years.”
Shane Quinnell chuckled on the other line. “Your mother misses you
so much she’s been losing sleep these days. We figured we’d go home to see you. Besides, how could we miss our little sunbeam’s
birthday?”
was sure
Shane his wife would get better after seeing Naomi. There
had to be some science behind that.
Life worked in mysterious ways sometimes. It was a wonder that Naomi looked identical to the Quinnells’ long-lost daughter. They
even shared the same birthday.
Shane softened at the thought of Naomi’s face, which so strongly resembled his wife’s. “Naomi, I heard about what happened in Kingbourne lately. I’ll speak to your grandfather about this when I get
back.
“It wouldn’t be right for us to abandon a kid we raised for an outsider.”
“Dad, it’s not Grandpa’s fault. Now that you mention it, I think you and Aunt Fiona can’t stand to see me sidelined after you’ve watched me
grow up.
“I was wrong to lash out at Grandpa’s most trusted doctor, and I deserved the scolding he gave me,” Naomi said with a sheepish
chuckle.
She added worriedly, “Dad, promise me you won’t talk to Grandpa
about this. He’ll only get mad, and I don’t want any arguments over
this.”
Shane’s smile deepened at this. “Well, I’m glad you think that way,
Naomi. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure things are made right when I return. I think it’s about time your mother and I formally adopt you
into the family.”
“I don’t know what Grandpa and the others will make of such a sudden announcement,” Naomi countered, lowering her gaze. “Elliot and Tobias will likely be the most upset about it.”
Shane frowned. “That’s not true. Don’t think that way, Naomi. Elliot
tends to be brash to everyone, not just to you.”
“Dad, I was an orphan before the Quinnells gave me charity.” Naomi sounded like she was choking back on her tears. “No matter what happens, you and Mom will always be my dearest family, adoption or
not.”
Shane could never bear to his wife and daughter upset. He was further resolved to return to the country as soon as possible after hearing Naomi’s words.
It was about time he talked to Fabian about formally adopting Naomi. That way, she wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of their social circle
or be made their laughingstock.
Early next morning, Wynter was still in bed when Fabian had ordered the chef to prepare no less than 20 breakfast dishes.
The spread could only be described as a continental feast, with most of the ingredients having been air-flown in.
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Fabian had also asked Wynter back when they were at the hospital in Southdale what young ladies her age might like.
After getting his answer, he commissioned the best couture brand to design an entire collection for Wynter. Abel, who was the relay point, practically bolted upright when he saw the order.
The Quinnells might have been wealthy, but he had never seen anyone willing to pay such an astronomical sum for clothes.
Licking his l*ps, he quickly screenshotted the invoice and sent it to Wynter. The sound of his camera shuttering filled the room.
Meanwhile, over at the hotel, Wynter was woken up by the sound of a ringtone she had long forgotten. “Wake up, Quinnell the Rich! Order
incoming! Quinnell the Rich, wake…”
There was a loud thud as Wynter’s palm landed squarely on her
phone. She picked it up and tapped the screen.
As it lit up before her, she said coldly, “Abel, this had better be an emergency order or I’ll rip your purple hair out.”
Previously, Abel wouldn’t have been able to understand the gravity of Wynter’s threat. Now, having seen the way she beat up somebody, her faltered and explained quickly, “No, Boss. You’ll like this order for sure.
“It’s not technical at all, and it’s from Mr. Quinnell Senior himself. He commissioned an entire collection from us. If you don’t take this order, then we’d be k*ssing goodbye to a windfall!”
“Mr. Quinnell Senior?” Wynter woke up properly. Feeling lazy and somewhat puzzled, she wondered what her grandfather was getting up to with this order.
Abel chose to be cryptic. “That’s right, Boss. I think they’ve finally found that long-lost Ms. Quinnell, or Mr. Quinnell Senior would never personally appoint you to design this collection.
“It’s not just the clothes he wants. He commissioned an entire jewelry line too! Tsk, this old man’s dirt rich!
