She Walked Away With His Twins, While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 25

"Miles, I think I sprained my ankle."

Miles scooped her up in his arms, his movements swift yet incredibly gentle. Then, he shot Quinn a glare so cold it could freeze bone.

"Quinn, Jade was just trying to be nice to you. Why do you always have to resort to violence?"

Quinn endured the throbbing pain in her palm, knowing the wound had likely split open again.

She frowned coldly. "Miles, I didn't push her. She fell on her own."

"Four years ago, you said the exact same thing. You claimed you didn't poison her. But what did the staff say?"

The absolute certainty in his eyes was blinding, piercing Quinn's heart like a physical blow.

Any further explanation died in her throat. The suffocating weight of past grievances and raw bitterness swelled in her chest.

She forced down the moisture pooling in her eyes, staring back at him with an icy, glassy gaze.

She wouldn't waste her breath. She had almost forgotten—in his eyes, she was someone with a history.

Jade gripped Miles's sleeve, her voice trembling with a well-timed sob as she played the saint.

"Miles, let it go. Quinn didn't mean to. It's my fault for losing my footing."

Miles's gaze fell on her teary eyes and injured ankle, his expression softening with pity.

In contrast, Jade appeared endlessly gentle, kind, and forgiving.

She had supposedly been shoved and hurt, yet here she was, defending her attacker.

That single sentence only made Quinn look even more vicious, ungrateful, and unreasonable.

Miles's dark, predatory gaze shifted back to Quinn, his jaw clenched tight.

His voice was absolute zero. "Quinn, if there's any lasting damage to Jade's ankle, I won't let you off."

He turned to Jack, who had hurried over. "Call Dr. Wells immediately."

"Right away, sir."

Jade leaned against his chest, murmuring softly.

"Miles, it's... it's fine. My ankle is okay. You can just massage it for me. Please don't bother Zachary."

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