Chapter 274: Chapter 274

The woman in the video wore a light blue hospital gown, her unadorned face exceptionally delicate and beautiful. Her clear eyes seemed to be immersed in a pool of spring water, with the sunlight shimmering slightly, as if countless stars were twinkling within.

Soon after the video was released, it garnered hundreds of thousands of shares and likes.

The comments from the online trolls were instantly drowned out.

Quinn Lockwood was thus named ’Angel on Earth’ by The Sunsets.

Meanwhile, the person behind the scenes who had hired trolls to manipulate comments was gritting her teeth as she watched the video.

"Bitch, I won’t let you have the last laugh." Ariana Lynch stared intently at the computer screen, her eyes filled with anger.

At this time, Boss Sinclair was in his office.

Several news and X notifications caught Elias Sinclair’s attention. Upon seeing Savannah Lowell’s name in the news headline, he immediately put down the file in his hand and opened the video.

He also watched an interview video about Linda that was trending, lightly tapping his fingers on the desk as if he was pondering something.

Previously, Savannah Lowell could be said to not care about the affairs of the less fortunate at all.

Elias Sinclair could even remember how Savannah simply made an appearance at a charity gala without genuine involvement, even telling her assistant she couldn’t be bothered to use her money to support those of lower status.

Watching the video carefully again, and recalling the things Quinn Lockwood had done over the past six months, Elias Sinclair slightly pursed his lips.

This woman’s change was truly significant.

Elias Sinclair couldn’t help but think deeply, feeling something strange about all of this.

By the time Elias Sinclair finished his work, it was already midnight.

The next day, after wrapping up meetings, Elias Sinclair wasted no time heading to the hospital.

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"How’s the situation?" Elias Sinclair furrowed his brows as he observed Quinn Lockwood’s ankle.

"It’s almost fully recovered. Once the nurse organizes the medical records, you can be discharged." The doctor carefully examined Quinn Lockwood’s ankle and looked at the newly taken x-ray, saying.

"Thank you, doctor. I appreciate your effort." Quinn Lockwood wiggled her foot and found there truly was no problem anymore.

The doctor nodded, gave Elias Sinclair a slight nod in acknowledgment, and then left with the nurse to organize Quinn Lockwood’s medical records.

"Finally, I can walk. I was about to go crazy from being cooped up." Quinn Lockwood moved to the edge of the bed, put on her slippers, and stood up.

Having not used her right foot forcefully for a while, she lost her balance and stumbled.

"Careful." Elias Sinclair pulled Quinn Lockwood into his arms, his hand seemed to tighten slightly with nervousness.

"I’m okay, it’s just that I haven’t used this foot in so long, I forgot what walking feels like." Quinn Lockwood looked down at her ankle and winked at Elias Sinclair.

Originally wanting to walk by herself to exercise her right foot, Quinn Lockwood was held by Elias Sinclair, who was worried she might accidentally fall again.

No matter how much Quinn Lockwood insisted she was fine, Elias Sinclair acted as if he hadn’t heard, accompanying Quinn Lockwood as she walked down the corridor.

With an exasperated sigh, Quinn Lockwood almost wanted to bounce in front of Elias Sinclair.

"What do you want for dinner?" Glancing down at the woman by his side, Elias Sinclair asked.

"As a reward for your discharge and helping me with files, you pick the place." Lightly raising an eyebrow, the man’s lips seemed to curve slightly.

"Let’s go to mule teahouse. I want to try their stir-fry, is that okay?" Quinn Lockwood wasn’t sure if Elias Sinclair, who she’d never seen go to such a niche teahouse, would agree.

Seeing the woman beside him looking at him with such a plea in her voice and demeanor, Elias Sinclair’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, yet he just nodded lightly.

"You’ll love it for sure; their dishes have a homely taste." With eyes full of joy, Quinn Lockwood smiled sweetly at Elias Sinclair.

"Oh? Really?" Slightly raising an eyebrow, Elias Sinclair looked at the delighted Quinn Lockwood, developing some interest in the teahouse.

After the nurse brought over the medical records and Quinn Lockwood emerged from the restroom changed, Elias Sinclair inspected her. His gaze lingered on the shoulder exposed by her outfit, and he frowned.

"Cover up." Taking off his jacket, he draped it over Quinn Lockwood’s shoulders, and then possessively wrapped his arm around her as they walked downstairs.

"Hey, my stuff hasn’t been packed yet." Quinn Lockwood glanced back at the things in the hospital room, stumbling a couple of steps.

"Someone will come by and take care of it later." His grip on Quinn Lockwood’s arm subtly asserted ownership, almost as if announcing his claim to passersby.

Under Quinn Lockwood’s guidance, the two of them arrived at the mule teahouse.

"Miss Lowell?" A familiar, freewheeling voice came from behind Quinn Lockwood.

"And this is Mr. Sinclair, right? I’ve heard so much about you; meeting you in person is indeed a great honor."

Hearing this, Quinn Lockwood turned around and instinctively slipped out of Elias Sinclair’s grip as she saw Wade Lynch, hands in pockets, looking at her.

"Why are you here?" Her beautiful face suddenly turned cold and vigilant as she asked.

"Come on, Savannah, we’re old friends. Why so cold to me?" Wade Lynch pouted with a hint of disappointment, taking a couple of steps towards Quinn Lockwood.

Elias Sinclair raised his arm to shield Quinn Lockwood, glaring at Wade Lynch with a hint of anger.

"Mr. Sinclair, don’t misunderstand, Miss Lowell and I are old friends from the industry with several collaborations; I have no ill intentions." Wade Lynch smiled familiarly, his eyes flickering with ambiguous intent as they swept over both of them.

"Are you going in for a meal? I’m here often; let me treat you." Wade Lynch gestured an invitation and took a few steps forward.

Elias Sinclair didn’t follow, instead furrowing his brow as he regarded Wade Lynch coolly.

"Let’s get some takeout instead." Quinn Lockwood quietly tugged on Elias Sinclair’s sleeve and whispered.

With a sideways glance at Quinn Lockwood, Elias Sinclair moved forward and, in a brisk tone, said to Wade Lynch, "No need, I don’t like dining with strangers."

"Oh, okay then." Awkwardly shrugging, Wade Lynch stepped aside to make way for Elias Sinclair.

Quinn Lockwood jogged a couple of steps to keep up with Elias Sinclair and, just before entering, glanced back at Wade Lynch.

"Enjoy!" Wade Lynch waved at Quinn Lockwood, shouting excitedly.

As soon as Quinn Lockwood turned her head back, Wade Lynch’s face immediately turned serious, abandoning his earlier casual demeanor.

Surveying the mule teahouse top to bottom with narrowed eyes, Wade Lynch thought that he was about to latch onto a big news story once again.