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Chapter 700 Debts and Boundaries A debt was a debt . Caleb would settle with Julius on his own terms . He would never drag his sister along to square it X55 % L +10 Free Coins Gavin exhaled a laugh too small to register on the dashboard lights . " Relax . Julius will never betray her . " Caleb gripped the wheel harder . None of them knew whether Julius , memories restored , would bless or curse today's stubborn choice . Weston exhaled through his teeth . Unless Julius himself asked for it , forcing the trance off him could tear his mind apart . The thought sat like a stone in Westons chest .

From the passenger seat , Laura angled her head toward the back and whispered , " Quinn finally fought her way back to Julius with the child . Could you not provoke him for once , Harlan ? " Harlans laugh rasped , dry as gravel . " Provoke him ? Julius isn't worthy of her . While she and the kid bled for five years , he played father to another man's daughter . Don't pretend you haven't heard ." Laura blew out a slow breath . " Dr.

Gavin Huxley only placed that girl there because the treatment demanded it , and you know it ." The name Gavin Huxley ticked behind Westons ribs like a clock spring . Lauras friendship with the doctor had deepened these last years , enough to itch beneath Westons collar . That quiet closeness gnawed at him more than he cared to admit . Harlans voice flattened . " Even if its therapy , he still doesn't deserve her . " The certainty in those seven words rattled around the car like loose change . Laura drummed her nails on the console , giving him a sidelong glance . " What then ?

Don't tell me you mean to wreck their marriage ." Harlans gaze slid past the windshield to the sedan ahead . " And if I do ? A man unworthy of her shouldn't be allowed at her side ." Lauras tongue clicked against her teeth . " You're serious ? " He didn't bother to look back . " Do I look like I'm joking ? " The question sucked the air from Lauras throat , leaving her silent . 1/4 Chapter 700 Debts and Boundaries 55 % +10 Free Coins Weston had known Harlan for years ; the man's stubborn streak and devotion to Quinn were carved in stone .

None of this surprised him , yet the depth of it always managed to bruise . During Quinns five - year disappearance , Harlan had hunted every lead , sworn off every willing woman , as though fidelity itself might call her home . Once , Weston had tried to reason with him : " She loves Julius ; you're only her brother in arms . Let it go . " Harlan had answered without blinking , " She's free to love whom she chooses , and I'm free to love her . " Seeing Quinn again , fragile but smiling , must have cracked whatever lid he'd kept on that resentment .

Now it frothed over , aimed squarely at Julius . Their convoy rolled to a stop outside a members - only restaurant famed throughout Jexburgh . Without a membership card , ordinary patrons wouldn't even clear the lobby . Inside , Weston watched the manager and servers freeze mid - step as Julius wheeled through the doors . In Jexburghs inner ring , everyone knew Master Whitethorn and Young Master Ingram detested each other ; rumor said they'd traded actual punches last year . So seeing them arrive together now , calm as moonlit water , tied the staffs tongues in knots .

And stranger still , neither man looked prepared for war ; not a crack in Juliuss polite smile , not a ripple in Harlans lazy stride . The manager cleared his throat , voice pitching high . " Master Whitethorn , Young Master Ingram ... are you dining together tonight ? " Julius offered a half - smile that could mean anything ; Harlan answered with a brazen eye - roll . Silence hung between them like a dare . Weston stepped forward , relieving the poor man . " Yes . Together ." Gratitude flashed in the managers eyes before he pivoted on polished shoes .

" Right this way , please ." Julius guided Quinns wheelchair after the manager ; Fabian followed , cradling Little Aurie against his shoulder . Harlan , Laura , and Weston took up the rear , the corridors chandeliers scattering light across polished marble . 2/4 Chapter 700 Debts and Boundaries . 55 % % +10 Free Coins Even from behind , Weston could almost hear the managers thoughts racing - shock , curiosity , maybe a pinch of fear . The manager's stride hitched . Master Whitethor - always cold and untouchable - was behind a wheelchair , palms steady on the handles . A woman sat inside .

Who in the world could make him do that ? Mr. Wooley followed , a small girl cradled against his shoulder . The child's eyes - dark , sharp , unmistakable - mirrored Whitethorn's so closely the manager felt a jolt , as though he'd glimpsed the man's face shrunk to half size . Wait - another child that looked like him ? Was Whitethorn collecting replacements the way other people collected artwork ? Memory stabbed the manager : five years ago a funeral shrouded the estate , Whitethorn's wife gone before her time , pregnant , barely three months showing .

The city's whispers had not faded since . Later , now and then , a boy with Whitethorn's angular cheekbones had trotted beside the man . People called the boy adopted , but nobody could name the orphanage. The manager had served them once , remembering the boy's silent , guarded stare . The smiling girl in Mr. Wooley's arms was a different sketch entirely . " Uncle Wooley , when I grow up , I'll push Mommy's wheelchair just like Daddy . " The innocence in that piping voice nearly tripped the manager mid - stride . Dad . Mom . The words echoed inside his skull like unexpected cymbals .

Could she really mean Master Whitethorn and the fragile woman rolling beside him ? " Aurie , you're such a thoughtful girl . In a little while , your mommy will heal and walk again , " Laura soothed . Her gentle promise floated back to the manager , turning his earlier speculation into a tangle . " Mommy can really stand up ? " the little one gasped . " Yes , Aurie , " Quinn called from the wheelchair ahead , her voice soft but certain . " Soon she'll run , jump , play - and Daddy will be with us too .

" Joy burst across the child's face , bright enough that even the polished hallway seemed to glow . The manager risked a glance at Whitethorn . The man neither denied nor corrected a single word . A chill of awe slid down his spine . Was the girl truly his flesh and blood ? 3/4 admin Olivia Harris is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia's stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.