The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 682

Chapter 682 Siblings Reunited

Chapter 682 Siblings Reunited

Fabian cast one quick glance at the embracing Bridger siblings, then signaled his men to escort Edmund his cronies, and the local police officers out of the house.

No outsider was allowed to intrude upon this fragile reunion.

And so the man the world hailed as a steel–blooded warrior—a killer, even–knelt before his sister and wept without restraint.

All Quinn could do was stroke his back gently, never having imagined her indomitable brother was such a crybaby.

The raw sobbing might have continued, had a small, curious voice not drifted through the room.

“Mom, why is that man hugging you and crying?” Dawn asked, her tone puzzled and innocent.

The sobs halted at once, cut off as though a switch had been thrown.

Rowan’s entire body went rigid.

Mom? Don’t tell me…

He lifted his head toward the staircase, where two women guided a little girl down each step.

The child’s eyes and the soft lines of her face mirrored Julius Whitethorn with uncanny precision.

Yet the small nose and curved lips were unmistakably Quinn’s.

His eyes flew open, so wide the whites caught the light. For the first time anyone could remember, his voice broke into a stutter. “T–This child… The child is-”

Quinn drew a steadying breath, then answered with calm that belied the storm in her chest. “She is the daughter of Julius and me. Her name is Dawn Whitethorn.”

Fabian, not Rowan, found his own voice cracking. “The child is still alive?”

Quinn had never mentioned Dawn during the hurried satellite call earlier that night.

Back then, the helicopter had erupted into flames, Quinn had vanished into the waves, and survival itself had felt like a miracle.

Fabian had assumed the tiny life once sheltered in her womb had been claimed by that same fire and

water.

“Yes, she lived.” Quinn opened her arms and beckoned the child over. “Dawn, come here, sweetheart.”

The little girl obeyed at once, her steps light yet purposeful, until she stood before her mother like a

sunbeam that had learned to walk.

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elder brother. Her finger moved to Fabian. “And this is Mr. Wooley, your father’s secretary

Dawn dipped a polite curtsey and chimed, bright as a bell, “Uncle Rowan, Mr. Wooley!”

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She had no idea what a secretary was, but she had pecked earlier and seen both men rushing to help her mom. That was enough for her.

Rowan’s vision blurred with tears yet again. “Dawn, I’m protect you–no one will ever bully you again!”

Ur uncle. From now on, I will spoil you and

Even as he declared it, new tears ran down his checks like rain refusing to stop.

Dawn lifted her tiny hands and tried to wipe the tears away, her fingertips gentle as falling petals. “Uncle Rowan, please don’t cry.”

“All right, I won’t,” Rowan laughed through the sob. Yet the tears only streamed faster.

After wiping for what felt like forever, Dawn turned back to her mother, puzzled. “Mom, why is Uncle Rowan such a crybaby?”

Quinn’s smile softened with understanding. “Because he loves you more than words can say.”

Fabian was still reeling from the revelation that Dawn existed at all.

One glance at her features–those unmistakable Whitethorn eyes, that stubborn tilt of chin–confirmed she was Julius‘ child. She carried his likeness more strongly than anyone else alive, including Raina.

“Mrs. Whitethorn,” Fabian murmured, awestruck. “I never dreamed the child you and Mr. Whitethorn conceived survived. If he could lay eyes on you and Ms. Dawn, his illness would surely ease.”

Quinn blinked. “Illness? Julius is sick? You told me he was healthy.”

Fabian and Rowan exchanged a troubled glance.

Fabian cleared his throat. “Physically, Mr. Whitethorn is fine. The sickness is complicated. I’ll explain everything later, but believe me–if he sees you and Ms. Dawn, he won’t need to keep suffering like this…”

His sentence shattered as the door flew inward with a violent crack, hinges screaming. A voice, cold as winter steel, cut through the room. “So, Fabian–while you and Dr. Huxley conspired behind my back, you came here simply to meet my wife and daughter?”

Quinn went rigid, every muscle recognizing the owner of that voice long before her mind caught up.

It was Julius.

She stared, speechless, at the tall figure striding through the splintered doorway.

The man who stepped through the doorway wore a flawlessly tailored black suit. The cinched waist exaggerated the breadth of his shoulders and the razor slimness of his waist, each stride displaying the long, disciplined lines of his legs. His hair, still an inky black, had grown just enough to graze the collar–a subtle rebellion against the discipline that clothed the rest of him.

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The face was all sharp planes and polished angles, a straight patrician nose, and brows she would have recognized in any crowd. Time seemed to have spared him. Aside from a slight hollowness to his checks, he looked exactly as he had in her memories, as though their five–year separation had been nothing more than her drifting nap.

“Julius…” she mumbled.

What had those missing five years done to him? Why had Fabian cloaked the truth, and what sort of illness could demand such secrecy?

Julius lifted a foot and began to walk toward her, each deliberate step eating up the scant meters between them. The sound of his soles striking the marble was so clear it seemed to echo directly against Quinn’s heart.