Chapter 67 I Just Want Your Trust
Chapter 67 I Just Want Your Trust
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A flicker of guilt flashed through Trent’s eyes. Back then, he had nothing. Sidonic had no reason to pretend she saved him, especially when there was nothing to gain.
It has to be Quinn. She must’ve figured it out somehow and said it just to get under my skin.
“Sidonie, I believe you,” he said slowly, meeting her gaze. “To me, you’re the one who saved my life. You’re the only one.”
His voice was firm. He had to stop doubting her. If he kept this up, he’d only end up breaking her heart.
Finally, Sidonie relaxed, a faint smile touching her lips. “Good. Then don’t start doubting me again. Next time, I might not forgive you so easily.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Trent promised.
But deep inside, unease still lingered. When Sidonie mentioned going with him to Yarburn to visit her mother’s relatives, it struck him. Yarburn was also where Quinn’s parents had come from.
Maybe I’ll run into Quinn there. When I do, I’m going to demand an explanation for her lying to me!
Julius and Quinn stepped off the plane together. She had originally booked a hotel room for herself, but Julius objected. “Since you’ve agreed to be my bodyguard for the next three months, it only makes sense that we live under the same roof.”
“I’m going to start arranging my parents‘ funeral tomorrow. It might not be very convenient for me to stay. with you, Mr. Whitethorn,” Quinn said.
“That’s all right. I told you before, I don’t need full–time protection. Just keep an eye on me when you’re free. It’s only three months, Ms. Bridger. You agreed to it, didn’t you?” Julius reminded her.
Quinn had, in fact, given her word to Dominic So in the end, she agreed. Three months would go by fast enough.
The driver who picked them up was local. Once they got into the car, Julius told him to head straight for a high–end restaurant in Yarburn. Seated in the back, Quinn looked out the window, quietly taking in the sights.
Yarburn’s charm was different from that of Jexburgh. There was something softer about it, something gentler, like a river town with calm greenery lining both sides of the road and clusters of low–rise buildings. It looked nothing like the place she remembered from her childhood. So much had changed..
Her memories of Yarburn were faint at best. She’d left with her parents while still in elementary school, settling in Jexburgh. Even though she had returned once in high school to honor their ancestors, that had been ages ago. Her parents had made several visits over the years, but between her studies and work, she’d always missed them.
She still remembered what her parents had told her three years ago, right before their assignment with the Peacekeeping Force. Once the mission was complete, they’d planned to come back to Yarburn as a family.
But now, she was returning with nothing but their ashes.
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Chapter 67 1 Just Want Your Trust
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Just then, Quinn spotted an ancestral hall by the roadside, tucked into the heart of downtown. “That ancestral hall…” she murmured under her breath.
The driver heard her and said, “That’s the Bridger family’s ancestral hall. Here in Yarburn, the Bridgers are a pretty prominent family.”
He went on, “Thirty years ago, when the real estate market was just heating up, a land developer offered two billion to buy that land. He even called in a whole bunch of gangsters to pressure them. But the Bridger family members came back from all corners of the country and refused to sell. They said it was land passed down from the ancestors. It was a big scene, really dramatic. Eventually, the land developer and his people just slinked away. No one’s dared to mess with the Bridger family’s ancestral hall since.”
Quinn listened, her heart rising and falling with every word. Her father had once told her the same story. Back then, the Bridger family hadn’t been wealthy, but they had been tight–knit.
They used to draw lots, and whoever drew the “life or death” lot had to stay behind and guard the ancestral hall. If that person died, the rest of their family members would be looked after by the family.
But her grandfather hadn’t waited for the draw. He raised his knife and said, “My son’s grown. He doesn’t need help from the family. My wife’s gone. I’ve got nothing left to hold me back. I’ll stake my life for the family!”
Her father had said that to him, his own father had been nothing short of a hero.
Unfortunately, her grandfather died in an accident, and her parents moved to Jexburgh afterward. Still, no matter what, Yarburn was their home.
As the car passed the Bridger ancestral hall, Quinn gently cradled the cremation urn in her arms. She would bring her parents‘ ashes back there. This was the place her grandfather had risked his life to protect. It carried the legacy of generations, filled with honor and history.
Beside her, Julius turned slightly, stealing a glance at her with an unreadable expression.
When the car pulled up to the restaurant, the two got out. As soon as they stepped through the entrance, a female voice called out, “Julius! What brings you to Yarburn?”
Quinn looked up to see a young woman approaching Julius. She had an oval face, gold–rimmed glasses, and was dressed in the latest high–end fashion. The jewelry alone looked like it could cover several months‘ rent.
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