Chapter 120: Chapter 120

"Alright, brother, sit down and listen to me explain slowly." Quinn Lockwood took his arm and sat by the bed, recounting the details of the press conference to him and Mr. Lowell verbatim.

"This Caldwell girl is really too much!" Mr. Lowell sat up, furious after hearing it.

"Dad, don’t get so worked up, it’s not good for your health. I’ve already taken care of it." Quinn quickly poured Mr. Lowell a glass of water.

"Savannah has really grown up, no longer needing your father to worry." Mr. Lowell took the glass with relief and patted Quinn Lockwood’s shoulder.

"Dad, Savannah won’t let you worry anymore." Quinn felt a surge of bitterness in her heart as she leaned on Mr. Lowell’s leg like a playful child.

"Good girl, Savannah." Mr. Lowell affectionately stroked her head as he used to, his eyes slightly moist.

Cameron Grant watched this scene from the side, looking at Quinn with a warmth in his eyes that he himself hadn’t realized.

"Alright, Savannah, you’re grown up now, stop acting like a kid." Mr. Lowell put on a stern face, pretending to be serious.

"Dad, you just said I’ve grown up, and now you’re calling me a child again." Quinn pouted and complained playfully to Mr. Lowell.

Then the three of them glanced at each other and couldn’t help but laugh together.

Mrs. Lowell hadn’t even entered the hospital room when she heard the laughter of the three of them.

"What fun did I miss?" Mrs. Lowell, infected by the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, couldn’t help but laugh too.

"Mom, you’re here. Have a seat and rest." Quinn quickly helped Mrs. Lowell sit in a chair.

"Oh, I forgot the file your dad asked me to bring." Mrs. Lowell’s expression changed just as she was about to sit down.

"That file is for reviewing the proposal; I’ve reminded you so many times." Mr. Lowell said with a hint of complaint. It’s a project worth millions, as Cameron was unsure, so he needed to personally oversee it, which was indeed urgent.

"Look at you, losing your temper again. I’ll go back and get it." Mrs. Lowell glared at Mr. Lowell, ignoring him further. She had been in a rush, which led to the oversight.

"No rush, don’t tire yourself out. I’ll look at it later." Mr. Lowell, noticing Mrs. Lowell’s expression, softened his tone. Though eager to review the project proposal, he felt a pinch of regret over his earlier tone, knowing his wife had been equally burdened by his situation lately.

"I’ll go get it." Quinn was about to rise, knowing her father was simply concerned for her mother, not wanting her to exert herself further.

"Savannah, I’ll go back with you. I need to grab some things from home." Mrs. Lowell linked arms with Quinn, and the two headed downstairs together.

Since Mrs. Lowell wanted to buy some snacks for Mr. Lowell, the taxi stopped a bit away from The Lowell Residence on a roadside. After purchasing the snacks, the mother and daughter walked home.

Just as they were crossing the street during a green light, they heard the urgent honking of a car.

Quinn quickly turned her head, the blaring horn sounding closer in her direction, the screeching of wheels on the pavement growing more piercing.

"Mom, watch out!" Quinn instinctively pushed Mrs. Lowell aside. Seeing the car charging at her, her mind went blank, and she tightly shut her eyes.

Although the car managed to stop just before hitting Quinn, it still knocked her down due to inertia.

Falling to the ground, Quinn struggled to get up but found moving difficult due to the sharp pain radiating from her arm and knee.

"Savannah, are you okay?" Mrs. Lowell’s face turned pale with fright. She helped Quinn up, her hand on her chest, feeling a rush of fear.

"Are you...are you okay?" The driver, shocked and confused, got out of the car and approached Quinn to inquire about her condition.

Quinn caught a strong whiff of alcohol on his breath.

"Mom, call the police." Quinn limped to the side and sat down, leaving the driver standing dazed in place.

However, it wasn’t the police who arrived first at the scene.

"How are you? Where are you hurt? Let me see!" Elias Sinclair cast a cold glance at the driver and then focused on Quinn, worry deeply etched on his face.

"I’m fine, just some scrapes. How did you get here?" Quinn was surprised to see him here, especially right after her accident.

"I called Elias," Mrs. Lowell said, relieved slightly to see Elias’s concern for her daughter.

Seeing the injuries on Quinn’s arm and knee, Elias’s expression turned icy, causing the surrounding air to drop sharply in temperature.

"To the hospital!" Without waiting for Quinn to argue, he lifted her into his arms.

"I’ll take Savannah to the hospital. Please handle things here," Elias told Mrs. Lowell, casting a grim gaze at the trembling driver.

"I...I didn’t mean it, they...they already called the police," the driver stammered, his words jumbled by Elias’s intimidating gaze.

Elias’s brow furrowed as he placed Quinn in the car, driving her to a private hospital for treatment.

"Thank you," Quinn said softly, looking at the stern man before her.

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"Mr. Sinclair, it’s all treated, just some scrapes. They’ll heal in a few days," the doctor said, putting away the disinfectant.

"There won’t be any scars, right, doctor?" Quinn looked at her arm and knee, worried as a celebrity about the possibility of scars.

"Don’t worry, there won’t be," the doctor assured, smiling at her concern.

"At a time , you’re worried about scars," Elias said coldly, scooping her up again and striding out of the hospital.

Quinn, nestled in his arms, felt Elias’s unique cold yet warm aura and couldn’t help but feel a gentle warmth flow through her heart.

Shortly after getting home, Elias received a call from Mr. Lowell.

"Elias, how is Savannah?" Mr. Lowell’s tone was anxious on the other end.

"Don’t worry, she’s fine now. I’ve brought her home," Elias replied, glancing at the woman resting on the couch, his brows relaxing.

"That’s good. Elias, do take good care of Savannah; her leg hurts and she will have trouble moving around," Mr. Lowell suggested with a hint of implication.

Elias lightly stroked his chin and replied, "I will, I’ll stay with her tonight."

Hearing this, Mr. Lowell nodded approvingly over the phone, exchanging a smile with Mrs. Lowell.

After ending the call, Elias hung his coat on the rack, and Quinn couldn’t help but feel puzzled by his actions.

"I’m staying here tonight," Elias said, sitting across from Quinn, lifting his gaze to meet hers as he slowly loosened his tie.

Quinn widened her eyes at him, swallowing hard, frozen in place.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Quinn felt a stir of fear seeing him about to get up.

But the man merely glanced at her casually, hanging his tie beside his jacket.

Remembering the thoughts that had just crossed her mind, Quinn quickly covered her head with a blanket, her face flushing red.