Something seemed to surge wildly within his dark eyes.
"What was your grandfather's name?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying an almost imperceptible tightness.
Bonnie paused, finding it a bit odd that he would suddenly ask this, but she answered truthfully anyway.
"Harrison Hayes."
The living room fell completely silent.
Quentin stared at her intently, his gaze trembling violently.
After a long pause, he suddenly let out a low laugh.
The laugh carried an indescribable sense of destiny.
"It was you," he murmured softly.
Even Quentin himself was caught off guard.
After all these years, he had actually run into that clingy little girl again.
Back then, his mother was still alive.
But his mother was frail and sickly, while his father kept a mistress on the outside, leaving his mother depressed all day long.
To help his mother recover, his grandfather had paid a fortune to hire an extremely prestigious medical expert—Harrison Hayes.
Every time Grandpa Harrison visited the house, he was accompanied by a little girl with pigtails sticking straight up in the air.
She was probably barely four years old, skipping wherever she went, chattering away all day like a little sparrow.
And he had just turned eight at the time.
Because of his father's infidelity, he loathed everything about the York family, and he despised all women who came near him.
By extension, he also hated the little girl who was always trying to find ways to play with him.
So every time they met, he kept a stony face, practically wearing a sign that said "Stay Away."
But the girl wasn't afraid of him at all.
Every time she came over, she would dig colorful candies out of her pockets and shove them all into his hands.
"Here, have some candy! You won't be mad if you eat candy!"
That sweet, childish voice still seemed to echo in his ears.
At the time, he found her incredibly annoying, always tossing the candy aside and scowling at her.
But the girl never got tired of it, turning right around to try and cheer him up again.


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