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Chapter 12: The Quinnell Family Comes to Fetch Someone
Ewan, unable to hold back his contempt, glared at Wynter. “From today on, we’ll treat you like we never raised you. It’s over between us,” he spat, his words sharp and final.
Wynter, however, didn’t respond. She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore about the Yates family or their hollow declarations.
As Ewan turned to leave, Dom Fisher arrived on his scooter, visibly displeased. He stopped, looking from Ewan to Wynter. “Hey, why are you being rude to Wynter?” Dom called out, his voice sharp.
Though Wynter was known as the “genius doctor,” she kept a low profile when outside her circle. She only used her name, not the title, outside of her professional work.
Dom was about to speak again but paused when Ewan’s sharp gaze turned on him.
Ewan raised an eyebrow. “Is that your biological father?” he sneered, eyeing Dom’s battered scooter. “Riding a junky scooter like that… No wonder Wynter has no dignity left. A man from the outskirts who can’t even afford a car.”
Dom, who had just been minding his own business, blinked in confusion. My biological father?
He looked down at himself, his mind reeling. Wynter’s biological dad?
His eyes widened in disbelief. He had no relation to Wynter, but if he had even a fraction of the genius that Wynter possessed, he’d be celebrating like crazy!
Ewan smirked, dismissing him completely. Without waiting for Dom to react, Ewan turned away and subtly signaled the security guard.
For someone of his position, arguing with ordinary people would be beneath him.
The security guard quickly stepped forward, nodding at Ewan before glancing at Dom and Wynter with disdain. “What are you staring at? I told you this isn’t your place. Why keep pushing your luck?”
Dom, unfazed, flashed his work ID. His badge said it all.
The security guard froze, his eyes widening in recognition. “You’re the director? I didn’t know…” His legs buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.
“Don’t worry about it,” Dom said calmly, giving the guard a dismissive look. “Just make sure Caesar Hotel gets checked regularly. It’s a hotspot, after all.”
The words sent a shiver through the security guard. “Mr. Fisher, I… I didn’t mean any harm…”
Dom turned to Wynter with a reassuring smile. “Dr. Genius, I’ll handle this.” His tone was kind and composed, and the title made the security guard pale with realization.
“Dr. Genius?” the guard muttered under his breath. This girl? He glanced at Wynter again, his mind racing. Wasn’t she just some distant, poor relative of the Yates family?
The guard suddenly felt the weight of his mistake bearing down on him. “Oh no,” he thought, his face going white as he slumped to the ground in shame.
Dom called the hotel manager, who quickly arrived to escort the security guard away after a brief exchange.
With the issue settled, Dom turned back to Wynter, his expression neutral but still respectful. “Dr. Genius, are you here to see Mr. Yarwood?”
Wynter shook her head, her voice calm. “No, not anymore.”
Dom didn’t press further. He smiled, looking at her with concern. “Well then, shall we head back? It’s time for the medical consultation. Jackson Munn and the others are waiting for you at the community square. It’s really hot out. I’m worried they might get heatstroke.”
His tone softened as he lowered his voice, leaning in. “By the way, Dr. Genius, there’s a group of people from Havenlight County in the community, claiming they’re here to see you. They don’t look familiar, so I held them off for you.”
“Havenlight County?” Wynter’s mind stirred. The name was vaguely familiar—it had been mentioned when the Yates family kicked her out. She thought about it for a moment before her lips curved into a light, almost knowing smile. “Mr. Fisher, you’re very considerate. If they come back, just let them in. It could be my biological parents looking for me.”
She shrugged, unbothered. “It’s no big deal where they’re from. After all, I’m doing fine.”
Dom blinked in surprise. “Your biological parents?” He looked over at the group of people that had gathered outside, clearly an imposing presence. Tall, well-built men, around six feet each, escorted an older man who exuded an air of authority.
For a moment, Dom couldn’t help but wonder. Are these really her family?
The sight was striking—well-dressed and poised, they certainly didn’t look like the type of people who’d be forgotten or ignored. Were they the genius doctor’s family?
