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Chapter 840
But she couldn't escape Alexander's grip.
Quinn was furious. She jumped up from the couch, saw the bowl of medicine in front of her, and knocked it out of his hand.
The porcelain bowl hit the ground, shattering and spilling medicine all over his hand.
She glared at him. "You're awful! I don't want to play with you!"
Alexander's face darkened, anger flashing in his eyes, but he didn't lose it. Instead, he turned to Olivia and ordered, "Get another bowl."
Olivia nodded and rushed to the kitchen, pouring out the last bowl of medicine from the pot.
"Mr. Kennedy, this is the last one," Olivia reminded.
Alexander pressed his lips together, took the medicine without a word, and handed it to Quinn. "Drink it."
Quinn's anger flared even more. She had made it clear she hated him, yet he still insisted she drink the medicine.
She tried to knock the bowl over again, but Alexander lifted his hand, dodging her strike.
In the next moment, he grabbed her jaw.
Quinn winced in pain as he forcefully opened her mouth, then poured the bitter medicine in.
She instinctively tried to spit it out, but Alexander didn't care and kept pouring.
Her sounds of resistance turned into whimpers as the bitter medicine spread in her mouth, half of it spilling from the corners and staining her white pajamas.
She pushed against Alexander's chest with all her might.
After the last drop was in, Alexander let go of her and threw the bowl behind him. It shattered on the ground with a loud crash. Quinn shivered in fear.
She hunched her shoulders and neck, looking at him in terror.
Even if she didn't understand much, she could feel the coldness radiating from Alexander and see the anger in his eyes.
She shut her mouth, silently shedding tears.
Alexander stared at her for a long time before gradually calming down. He reached out to wipe the stains from the corners of her mouth.
But Quinn was so scared she dodged his hand, retreating and curling up in the corner of the couch, looking at him with tearful eyes. His hand froze in mid-air.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
Quinn watched him warily for a few seconds, then took advantage of his distraction to jump off the couch and run out. "Quinn, don't run around."
Olivia chased her to the door. By then, Quinn had already run barefoot far away, her silhouette about to disappear into the night. She turned back to look at Alexander on the couch. He still maintained his previous posture, his fingers slowly clenching in mid-air. "Mr. Kennedy, Quinn ran out, she didn't even wear shoes," Olivia said, her voice tinged with worry.
"Let her go."
Alexander's tone was emotionless, but Olivia could still hear the restrained anger.
He was clearly furious.
Olivia tried to persuade him, "The weather forecast said it will rain in the middle of the night."
Although the weather was warming up, it was still winter, and the temperature at night was only forty-seven degrees Fahrenheit.
Quinn hadn't been running for long before her feet started to hurt from the cold.
She wiped her tears and ran under the streetlights, her shadow stretching long behind her.
She thought, 'I want to go home, to see my mom and dad.'
But earlier, Lucas didn't take her home either. It seemed like her family had abandoned her. Did they not want her anymore? Thinking of this, she cried even harder, wiping her tears with her sleeve.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, she crouched down on the ground, shivering.
Lucas had once told her that if she got lost, she should stay where she was, and he would find her.
Under the streetlight, she curled up into a small ball, like an abandoned puppy.