Chapter 1459: He Has Already Made His Choice

Chapter 1459: Chapter 1459: He Has Already Made His Choice

Quinn’s teeth chattered with fear.

No way! Once Xaviera had been hypnotized, she wouldn’t get her memories back!

Robert, trembling and unsteady, held Nina Hughes’s photo, suddenly recalling Xaviera’s words just now, ’My mother loves me so much, she won’t let anyone take my identity or let me suffer,’ ’Father, brother, you can not care about me, but you must respect my mother!’

Nina was his wife! Xaviera was his and Nina’s only daughter. How could he not care? Xaviera had already given in, and her demands were not excessive. Quinn was not Nina’s daughter - that was a fact!

After much thought, Robert nodded solemnly: "Fine! I promise, Xaviera, I will publicly announce that Quinn is not Nina’s daughter. You are my only daughter with Nina, the Powell family’s daughter!"

Xaviera’s lips curved into a subtle smile. She subconsciously looked at Quinn; as expected, she was sobbing in pain, her face as white as a sheet. She coughed violently twice, clutching her chest, seemingly having trouble breathing.

Robert paled with shock and hurriedly asked Jacob and Dr. Blue to take her upstairs. As he was about to follow, he suddenly realized that Xaviera was still there, and hesitantly said: "Xaviera, Quinn’s illness cannot be upset. Once it flares up, it could be life-threatening. I will keep my promise to you. I will go upstairs to check on Quinn first, then have the housekeeper show you to a room. Once Quinn’s condition stabilizes, I’ll come down and accompany you."

Before Xaviera could reply, Irene Hamer said unhurriedly, "Mister Powell, may I have a word with you?"

With that, Irene walked up to Robert and whispered, "I grew up with Xaviera, and I know she had to endure great hardships when she was young. Of course, with your influence, you must have investigated her background. Let me tell you the truth: Xaviera and Quinn won’t get along. In the end, you’ll be forced to choose one. If you choose Quinn, there’s no turning back."

Anger surged in Robert’s heart, and he shouted, "Miss Hamer, what do you mean? Xaviera and Quinn are both my daughters! Why must I choose one? As the Powell family’s daughter, how could Xaviera not accommodate an adopted daughter?"

Unsurprised by his response, Irene sneered coldly, "I’ve said my piece. The choice is yours, Mister Powell."

She initially thought that Xaviera finding her blood relatives was a good thing and relied on Robert’s support. So long as he genuinely cared for Xaviera, accepting a father might not be a terrible idea.

To her astonishment, her earnest persuasion went unheeded by Robert. In that case, there was no need to recognize this father and brother.

Robert considered himself above such petty disagreements, hating being questioned, and loathed Irene’s earlier words. Quinn and Xaviera were of similar age and temperament; how could they not get along?

Nonchalantly, Irene said, "Since you have made your choice, Mister Powell, go check on your adopted daughter."

Though angry at Irene’s tone, Robert prided himself on his mild manners and wasn’t about to argue with her. Dismissing her words, he quickly went upstairs.

Irene watched his hurried retreat, shaking her head helplessly, "Xaviera, you really can’t rely on the Powell family."

Xaviera’s eyes remained calm as she suddenly curled her lips, "When will Mrs. Wenzel arrive?"

Irene replied, "Should be soon. The perfume competition has already named Quinn as the winner. Everyone hails her as a once-in-a-century genius, so of course, Mrs. Wenzel would come to Libanan to see for herself. She probably doesn’t know I’m here. Should I give her a call?"

"No need," Xaviera whispered, "Calling would seem too deliberate. We need to act like it’s a chance encounter. By afternoon, Mrs. Wenzel should arrive. I’m quite eager to see the expressions on Jacob and Quinn’s faces!"

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Quinn lay in bed, breathing feebly, her eyes red and swollen, "Father, I don’t know...why I suddenly got sick today. I was clearly...fine! I’m sorry. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have..."

Her tears soaked the quilt as she cried inconsolably, "I don’t hate Xaviera; I never plotted against her. Father, Xaviera must have misunderstood me. Please go to her now. I don’t want her to hate me."

Before Robert could reply, Jacob stepped forward, holding her hand and comforting her softly, "Quinn, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault. You’ve been unwell since you were a child, and sudden fainting spells are common. Today’s incident was merely a coincidence."