The grand hall was a whirlwind of chaos. Quinn was down on her knees, tears streaming down her face, looking utterly heartbroken.
Johnny, clearly at his wit's end, suddenly shouted, “Enough! You’ll get the money.”
Quinn looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears. “Dad, but he'll just keep coming back. Maybe it's better to let him leak those photos. I could leave the country tonight and never come back. Our family's been through enough embarrassment because of me. I'm really sorry.”
Johnny's gaze softened with a pang of hurt. Judging from the crazed man at their door, he could guess the kind of life Quinn had with her adoptive parents. No wonder she had issues.
He sighed deeply. “It's alright. There's still some money in the company. I'm getting old; all I want is for you all to be okay.”
The man immediately looked smug, a sly grin spreading across his face. “That's more like it. Quinn, you've got a good dad now, not like your last one who only saw your beauty.”
Quinn shook all over and fainted on the spot, throwing the Bradford home into even more disarray.
Everyone rushed to get the man out and Johnny transferred the money to his account, worried he'd say something else to upset Quinn.
Quinn was gently laid on the sofa as the family doctor prepared to give her first aid.
Clara watched the frenzy around her. She had planned to slip out, but then she noticed Ryan standing beside her, fists clenched, eyes red with worry for Quinn, and she knew she couldn't leave now without looking heartless.
As Quinn received treatment, Naomi sat nearby, tears flowing as she blotted them with tissues. “I just feel for Quinn, okay? You all saw how that man acted. God knows what her life was like before. As her mom, I can't even bear to think about it. I always hate myself for finding her so late.”
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