Chapter 392 Confrontation In The Boutique

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    Upon seeing Quinn, Serena held her head high. “Did you really think Julius standing up for you meant my downfall? Too bad. He’s already withdrawn his statement. I’m still a Fane, and I’ll be at that g–front and center.”

    Quinn heard the braggadocio and, with a quiet nod, understood that Julius had kept his word and spoken to the Fanes.

    “Rowan,” she said, ignoring Serena entirely and greeting her brother with a soft smile.

    “Quinn, you’ve gone to great lengths,” Leander said, fully aware that Julius‘ retraction traced straight back to her.

    The gentle intimacy of her name on his lips startled her. For a heartbeat, she simply stared, amazed by how much warmth a single syble could carry.

    Leander let the familiar name slip from his tongue–soft, instinctive, exactly the way he had called her a thousand times before, as natural to him as breathing even after all the chaos of lost memories.

    “Why’d you call her so intimately?” Serena’s brows knitted together, the question tearing from her in a sharp, disbelieving hiss.

    “She is my sister. That bother you?” Leander’s reply came cool and crisp, every syble edged with warning.

    “Sister?” Serena blinked, momentarily thrown off bnce. “You remember everything now?”

    “Even without every memory, I can still know who my sister is.” Leander’s voice stayed even, yet the subtext rumbled like distant thunder.

    The DNA test alone had spoken volumes. In the days since, he hadbed through fragments of his old life, piecing the puzzle together with snippets Quinn provided. Bit by bit, his past took shape–a picture clear enough to defend.

    “Sister? Don’t forget–your only sister is me!” Serena’s words cracked like a whip, her jaw clenched so hard the tendons stood out.

    “You were never my sister.” Leander’s gaze hardened. “Remember this: you’re standing here only because you might save Lena’s life.”

    Serena’s expression darkened. “Exactly. I can save her. So, right now, I want Quinn on her knees, forehead to the floor, begging my forgiveness. If she’s your sister, she’ll listen to you,

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    won’t she?”

    A sh of irritation flickered in Leander’s eyes. “Enough of these tantrums. I’ve done everything you asked. Stop testing the limits of my patience.”

    “I’ll test whatever I like,” Serena sneered, malice gleaming. “Or have you forgotten you still need me to save Lena?”

    Leander’s teeth ground together. “Lena’s rescue is my responsibility. If someone must kneel, it

    will be me.”

    He started to drop to the marble floor, shoulders squared for the humiliation he was willing to bear.

    Quinn lunged forward, seizing her brother’s arm. Her stare cut toward Serena. “iYou /iwant me to kneel? Apologize?”

    “Yes. If not for your words, I’d never have been on the verge of exile from the Fane family. You cost me face–so pay up.” Satisfaction curled on Serena’s lips, convinced Quinn would fold.

    Quinn let out a low, icyugh. “You? Worthy of an apology?”

    Color flooded Serena’s cheeks. “Do you want your brother’s savior to die? Lena is his precious darling, and I’m the only match for her leukemia!”

    “Only match? Hardly.” Quinn’s tone sharpened. “Without a transnt, Lena still has roughly ia /iyear. In that time, apatible donor could surface–in Celosia, in Azania, anywhere. Given what my parents and my brother did for this country, officials won’t stand idle.”

    Serena’s eyes flickered. “But… what if I truly am the only one?”

    Quinn advanced, a cold fire in her gaze. “Then so long as you’re breathing, we can strap you to a hospital bed and harvest those stem cells. Want to test me?”

    A tremor of fear crossed Serena’s face, memories of Quinn’s previous blows shing alive. “T- That’s illegal. Donation has to be voluntary!”

    “Voluntary, yes–yet if you refuse, I’ll do what I must, then turn myself in.” Quinn’s words were des. “So, Serena, still craving that apology?”

    Her frigid stare radiated lethal intent. Serena’s knees buckled, and she almost hit the floor.

    “Rowan, Laura and I are going to choose dresses,” Quinn said, dismissing Serena with a flick of her eyes.

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    Leander blinked, finally collecting himself. His sister was fiercer–more decisive–than he bhad /bever imagined.

    Only after several breaths did Serena regainposure, glowering as Quinn emerged from the fitting room in a sleek evening gown.

    “Quinn, where’s your ne? Let’s test the pairing.” Laura suggested, tone airy yet attentive.

    Quinn nodded, producing the ruby ne and sping it around her slender neck.

    The vintage design–gleaming crimson stones set in aged gold–rested against her throat with regal ir, its old–world charm striking against her lithe silhouette like a final, indelible signature.

    Serena’s breath caught. The moment her gazended on the ne, it was as though someone had pressed pause on the entire room, freezing her in mid–step and draining the color from her face.

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