Chapter 367 Lingering Debts

    Chapter 367 Lingering Debts.

    Leander gave a curt nod, and Serena hurried off.

    “Need me to stick around?” Han asked, lowering his voice.

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    “No. Head back inside.” Quinn pointed toward the empty VIP lounge nearby. “We’ll talk in there.”

    “Fine,” Leander said, his tone unreadable.

    They stepped into the lounge. Quinn shut the door behind them and turned to face Leander.

    To her, this man was Rowan, her big brother.

    “You lost your memories, so you don’t remember the past. I can tell you what you’re missing.” She cut straight to the point.

    “You’re about to im I’m the brother you’ve been searching for and you’re my sister, aren’t you?” Leander asked, recalling the night she had broken into his hotel room in Doria.

    “Exactly.” Quinn confirmed.

    “Why should I believe you? Because you once took a bullet for me?” His voice remained t, almost bored.

    Quinn’s chest tightened. A sour sting rose behind her eyes.

    She remembered how gentle Rowan was with her, smiling at her and holding her hand, saying, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

    She hadughed back then. “Maybe I’ll protect you one day. If I get hurt doing it, don’t be too touched.”

    Rowan had scolded her, half–serious, half–teasing. “If you dare get hurt protecting me, I won’t be moved–I’ll be furious. Promise me you’ll keep yourself safe first.”

    If those memories still lived in him, he would never speak to her with such chill indifference.

    “I have a DNA test report. The file’s backed up on my phone–look. If you still doubt me, we can visit the diagnostic center together for another test,” she said, showing him her phone.

    Leander spared her only anguid sideways nce. “And so what?” he asked, voice smooth as steel wrapped in velvet. “Let’s pretend I really am your brother–tell me, Quinn, what

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    Quinn drew a steadying breath. “I want you to reim the name Rowan Bridger,” she said, her voice a tremble wrapped in resolve. “The memories you’ve lost–I’ll find a way, little by little, to bring them back to you.”

    Leander’s gaze sank; when he finally spoke, the words were scarcely louder than a prayer. “I don’t remember the man I used to be. What I do remember is Doria–every sunrise nothing but another gamble with death. I was beaten, cursed, pushed into deeds my heart despised. The night I slipped away, survival still dangled by a frayed thread. I don’t have a family. No one at all.”

    But there was Lena—always Lena–pulling him back from the edge, mending wounds no one else cared to see.

    “I’ve been looking for you, Rowan–searching everywhere,” Quinn whispered, her heartbreak cracking through every syble. “It wasn’t just me. The whole country joined the search. You’re a soldier. During an assignment, the border inferno erupted, and that’s how you were stranded in Doria.”

    Leander’s head jerked up. “A soldier?”

    “Yes. All these years, we never stopped, Rowan. Not once,” she said. Even when her parents were overseas on theirst call with her, they still promised that once their mission ended, they’de home and find Rowan together. “Rowan, Dad and Mom had always hoped to find

    you…

    If they were still…”

    He cut her short, “I’m not nning to be Rowan Bridger—at least not now. You pulled me from the jaws of death in Doria, and I’m grateful. If you ever need repayment—something within my reach–name it, and I’ll see that you get it.”

    Quinn froze, blindsided; never, in all her imagined reunions, had she pictured her brother rejecting his name.

    “Why?” Quinn breathed, bewilderment flooding her gaze. “You’re my brother. There’s no blood tie to the Fane family, so why keep parading as their illegitimate son?”

    “Because I’ve always known I share no blood with the Fanes,” Leander said with a bitter half- smile. “But inconveniently, this life of mine was bought and paid for by them, so now I can only be Leander Fane.”

    His eyes settled on the mist gathering in her round eyes, shimmering like rain about to fall.

    Seeing her hurt expression, a raw ache twisted in his chest, as though the very act of refusing had opened a wound inside him.

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    It felt as if an unseen voice whispered that he was the reason she ached.

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    Quinn was never meant for sorrow; she was built for sunlight, for fierceughter that dared the world to flinch.

    Almost against his will, his hand lifted toward the tears clouding her eyes; yet under her steady gaze, he forced the gesture to freeze mid–air.

    “If, in the future, you decide how I can repay you, reach out any time.” Leander pulled a sleek card from his pocket, slid it between her trembling fingers, then turned and disappeared

    through the heavy velvet curtains of the lounge.