She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 192

Hearing this, Quinn froze. The color drained slightly from her face as she stared off into the distance, a shadow of melancholy settling over her features.

Blood ties were indeed inescapable, but thinking of all the injustices she had faced, a heavy weight pressed down on her heart.

Miles, tall and imposing, walked over with an indifferent expression.

"Quinn, even Yara, Luna's biological mother, has agreed. You have absolutely no right to object."

"Jack, make sure Regency Bay looks spectacular. Emphasize a lively, child-friendly atmosphere. I want Luna and her little cousin to have an unforgettable time and create wonderful memories."

Last time, Jade's sudden arrival with Leo had completely ruined the mood.

This time, he wouldn't let anyone interfere.

He had even kept it a secret from Jade and Leo, intentionally hiding the fact that he was claiming Luna as his goddaughter.

Quinn ignored him completely. She knew anything she said would just spark a pointless argument without changing his mind in the slightest.

Returning to her room, her mind circled back to the pressing issue.

If she wanted to prevent Hunter from sniffing out the truth, she desperately needed to find a father for Luna and Caleb to use as cover.

Just then, a message popped up on her phone: [Quinn, I've scheduled a meeting with Director Vance at the publishing house for 2:00 PM. Here's the address.]

Seeing Ethan's text, an idea unexpectedly flashed into Quinn's mind.

What if... she asked Ethan for help?

If he stepped in to play the kids' father, the neighbors would see him and wouldn't accidentally slip up if Hunter asked questions.

But as quickly as the thought appeared, hesitation and conflict set in.

Would Ethan even be willing to do her such a huge favor?

And how exactly was she supposed to bring it up?

...

At 2:00 PM.

Quinn arrived at the entrance of Blackwood Press. Ethan checked the time on his watch.

Looking up, he saw her walking toward him.

She looked incredibly graceful in a light-colored dress. Instead of her usual backpack, she carried a sleek shoulder bag just big enough for a laptop.

"About two or three years, Director Vance."

Director Vance kept his eyes on the manuscript before looking up at Quinn, his gaze filled with surprise and deep admiration.

"To have this level of proficiency after only two or three years is truly rare."

"How long do you estimate it'll take you to translate the entire book?"

Quinn did some quick mental math. The book was a novella of about forty to fifty thousand words; even if she rushed, it would take a solid week.

Wanting to give herself a slight buffer, she replied, "Director Vance, I should be able to finish it in ten days."

It would take an average person over a month, yet she could finish it in ten days?

That was incredible!

Director Vance checked the calendar. The National Prize for Literary Translation stopped accepting submissions at the beginning of the month and announced its shortlist by the end of the month.

They had plenty of time. "Once you finish the entire manuscript, I'll personally recommend it for The National Prize for Literary Translation."

Quinn was hit with a wave of shock and pure joy, her eyes sparkling. "Really? Could I actually be considered?"