The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428 Quiet Offices

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To keep an eye on the results, Gavin had claimed a temporary office in the hospital the moment his plane touched down.

Although officially retained as the Whitethorn family’s private physician, he was also a prodigy whose name was frequently mentioned in the medical field. He was especially skilled in treating mental illnesses and performing brain surgeries, so the hospital’s price for his borrowed space was simple: deliver a few keynote lectures, consult on tricky cases, and dazzle the younger staff.

Julius advanced, each footfall crisp against the tile, his gaze colder than the steel instruments locked in the cabinets. “I remember telling you before to stay out of what happens between Quinn and me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper yet razor sharp.

Gavin reclined in the high–backed chair, one ankle hooked over the other. He spoke with a drawl as though the tension in the room belonged to someone else entirely. “I remember.”

Julius‘ voice sliced through the hush like jagged ice. “Then why are you still meddling? Why bring her to Celosia and tell her about the stem cell donation?”

Most men, confronted by that frost–edged voice, would have buckled long before the last syllable and walked away soaked in cold sweat.

Gavin, however, merely lifted a brow, the picture of indolence. “What was I supposed to do? Stand there and watch you gamble your life away?”

“Enough, Gavin!” Julius snarled, the sound tearing out of his throat. “Did you really turn a deaf ear to my warning?”

Before the echo faded, Julius lunged forward and clamped a hand around Gavin’s throat, fingers tightening with lethal precision.

Air fractured in Gavin’s lungs, yet his gaze stayed calm. “Quinn promised to protect me. Do you want her to hate you over this?”

A flicker of alarm crossed Julius‘ features; his grip slackened, leaving red crescents where his nails had pressed into Gavin’s skin.

“Besides, I wasn’t acting on a whim,” Gavin said after drawing a steady breath. “I confirmed Quinn’s feelings for you before telling her about the donation. She deserves to know everything that you’ve done for her.”

Julius withdrew his hand, a bitter laugh slipping out. “So what? Do you think she will be guilt-

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tripped into pitying me? Do you think that sympathy will last? The moment trouble shows that will all vanish.”

“Hasn’t Quinn told you she loves you? What she feels is far more than pity.”

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Julius lowered his gaze to the bracelet circling his wrist. “Gavin, how much love can a man like me expect? She did say she loves me, but even if it were true, it still feels far, far too shallow to

me…”

Gavin opened his mouth, found no words, and let the silence hang between them like unsettled dust.

“Whether she comes to Celosia or not, nothing will change.”

Gavin’s head snapped up. “What are you saying? Are you not planning to reconcile with Quinn?”

Julius raised his narrow eyes, their light cold and steady. “I refuse to be the one left behind again. So as long as we never get back together, no one can ever abandon me.”

Elsewhere in the hospital, Quinn and Rowan stood at the far end of a quiet corridor outside the ward, voices lowered so their worry wouldn’t ripple through the sterile hush.

“How long can Lena hold on without a bone marrow transplant?” Quinn asked, cutting straight to the heart of it.

“Her latest tests aren’t good,” Rowan said, voice hoarse with sleepless nights. “The treatment isn’t doing enough. At best, she has ten months, but the transplant is set for next month. With luck, she’ll bounce back fast.”

Quinn shook her head hard. “No. Push it back at least six months. The transplant can take place after that.”

“Half a year?” Rowan echoed, the words stumbling out of his mouth before he could tame the disbelief. His brows knotted, and for a beat the fluorescent lights of the corridor seemed to hum louder, filling the silence that followed.

“Rowan,” Quinn said, voice pitched low but urgent, “the donor Lena has been waiting for–the one matching all her markers–is Julius Whitethorn.”

“What?” The single syllable cracked, Rowan’s gaze ricocheting to his sister as though the very floor had just tilted beneath him.

“You have someone you love, Rowan, and so do I,” Quinn began, steady but unyielding. “He was badly hurt in that fire last month, and he also suffers from insomnia. All of that is eating

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