Chapter 1442: Intermittent Onset of Illness

Chapter 1442: Chapter 1442: Intermittent Onset of Illness

"Mr. Powell, as I said, I had a car accident." Xaviera Evans stared intently at him, speaking unhurriedly, "So you mean, even if I had an accident, I shouldn’t treat my wounds, nor go to the hospital, but rush back immediately because Miss Quinn cannot wait, and I can’t get medical care? My injuries don’t matter, but it’s a big deal when Miss Powell gets sick, right?"

Jacob Powell’s face changed, and he quickly retorted, "Xaviera, that’s not what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean?" Xaviera raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Powell is obviously blaming me for making Miss Powell wait too long. So I should just abandon treatment, no matter the consequences to my hand, and come back to meet Miss Powell? Besides, if Miss Powell’s health is really uncomfortable, she could have gone to the hospital; I never stopped her. So why is it my fault that her illness worsened?"

The living room went silent, with Xaviera’s words hitting the nail on the head, leaving Jacob Powell unable to refute.

Steve Price muttered to himself, "My wife is right! It’s Quinn’s own business if she wants to show understanding, and if she gets sick, she has to bear it. Why blame my wife?"

"I really doubt if Jacob is Xaviera’s own brother. A paternity test may be necessary after all. This family claims to want to take Xaviera home, but they don’t care about her at all. She got hurt so badly, and they don’t even care."

Listening to Steve Price’s faint voice, Jacob clenched his teeth, while Quinn feebly took a deep breath, "Sister, I’m sorry... it’s all my fault, my body is useless, making my brother worry. Don’t... blame him."

Robert Powell, caught in the middle, looked distressed, and ultimately sighed helplessly, "Jacob, as Xaviera’s brother, knowing she was injured, you didn’t comfort her but blamed her since she entered the house. That’s really not right!"

Then, Robert turned to Xaviera, with a loving look in his eyes, "Xaviera, your brother was impulsive just now. He and Quinn grew up together, and Quinn’s health is not good, so it’s natural for him to care more about her. Don’t mind it too much – you’re his sister, and of course, he cares about you too."

Xaviera smiled noncommittally, then looked around at Quinn, who appeared fragile like a small white flower, her eyes tinged with a touch of resentment.

"It’s okay. We’re family! Even if my brother blames me, I won’t mind."

Robert smiled with relief, "That’s my sweet heart!"

Quinn’s eyes widened in astonishment, feeling that Xaviera seemed to have become a different person.

Before she could figure it out, Xaviera asked with a smile, "Have you all had lunch?"

Seeing her so obedient, the anger in Jacob’s heart dissipated a bit, and before he could speak, Robert quickly replied, "We were in such a hurry, we haven’t eaten yet."

"How about we have a meal together?" After finishing, Xaviera looked over at Quinn and whispered, "If Miss Powell isn’t feeling well, you should go to the hospital. I won’t force anyone to stay, but if she faints, it will be my fault."

Quinn bit her lip, her eyes filled with malice.

Robert instantly understood Xaviera’s meaning. They could stay and have a meal together, but only if Quinn was willing. If she wasn’t feeling well, it wouldn’t be appropriate for them to stay.

Naturally, he wanted to stay, so he looked at Quinn with expectation, "Quinn..."

Quinn dug her nails into her palm. If she agreed to stay, it would seem her previous illness was an act. If she didn’t, Jacob wouldn’t mind, but Robert would blame her for hindering their father-daughter bond.

She didn’t expect Xaviera to use Robert against her, and such a tactic wouldn’t be noticed by others – people would think Xaviera was being reasonable.

After weighing her options for a while, Quinn smiled and nodded, "Dad, I’m feeling much better now, and staying for a meal won’t be an issue."

Upon hearing this, Robert laughed, "Xaviera, Quinn says she’s fine, so we can stay."

Xaviera nodded, then instructed Uncle Sam to arrange seating for everyone. Then, she casually inquired, "Miss Powell, this illness of yours came on so quickly, it was so severe just now, and now it’s all better in such a short time. What kind of illness is it, to have these intermittent episodes?"