The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 649

Chapter 649 Echoes Of Despair

Chapter 649 Echoes Of Despair

“What are you guys doing here?” she asked.

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Since Quinn’s disappearance, both the Ingram and Windore families had doubled their search tears.

Across the sea, the Fane family of Celosia had also dispatched dozens of men to help scour every

Quinn’s uncle and older brother had flown into Yarburn as well, refusing to rest.

As for Harlan, the moment he heard Quinn was missing, he canceled every engagement and spent every hour on–site.

Weston said, “We heard Julius hasn’t been himself these days. Harlan wanted to check on him, so I tagged along.”

He hadn’t expected the coincidence of stumbling upon Laura inside Julius‘ apartment at the exact same

moment.

Laura turned, eyes following the brutal clash between Julius and Harlan as fists and fury blurred together.

There had been a time when Julius and Harlan clashed like twin storms, their skills so evenly matched that Laura once watched them brawl outside Hero’s Memorial Garden and could not name the stronger.

Tonight, however, the balance was gone. Julius, gaunt and unsteady, could do little more than absorb the punishment Harlan dealt.

Days of barely eating and even less sleep had stripped every ounce of strength from his frame. His body seemed to be unraveling faster than the doctors could stitch it together.

Without the elite medical unit hovering nearby, he would already be strapped to a hospital bed, wired to machines instead of standing in this ruined corridor.

A kick landed square on Julius‘ chest.

His starved body flew backward and slammed into the plaster wall hard enough to shake loose a curtain of chalky dust.

“Julius Whitethorn, wait until the day you are staring at Quinn’s remains before you dare call her a liar. Until then, you have no right.”

Murder–red flared in Julius‘ eyes. “Shut up. She is not dead. Remains? Even you have no right to talk about her like that.”

Roaring, he hurled himself at Harlan, fists slicing the air with vicious intent.

Harlan caught the incoming blows and forced them aside. “If you know she is alive, then tell me–where has she lied to you? She swore she would crawl back to you if it killed her, and-”

His voice cracked on the next words. “She will come back.”

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with Julius. He seemed to be arguing more with his own fear tha

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Slim though the chance was, this was Quinn–the only woman he had ever respected and loved.

She was not someone who surrendered easily.

“Julius, if Quinnie vowed to return to your side no matter the cost, then you must risk everything to st alive until she does. Until that moment, nothing–absolutely nothing–can happen to you. Do you understand?”

The frenzy in Julius‘ gaze finally ebbed, like blood draining from a wound.

Risk everything to stay alive? But can I truly wait that long?

Laura watched Julius fall silent and murmured, “He isn’t going to hurt himself, is he?”

Weston answered after a breath, “At least not before we know whether Quinn is alive or dead.”

“If Joaquin hadn’t taken me, maybe Quinn’s odds would have been better.” She replayed the scene endlessly: had she remained free, the team would have carried one less burden, and perhaps Quinn would never have needed that desperate airborne escape from the inferno.

“Stop blaming yourself,” Weston said gently. “The fault was yours.”

ever

Bitterness carved deep lines across Laura’s face. The real culprit–Joaquin Whitethorn–was dead, his body so shattered there was little left to bury.

Yet the living carried the pain he left behind.

Quinn, where are you?

Five Years Later, in a dusty side street of a Kandrian village, a army girl of barely five stood before a

slightly older boy, arms spread in a fierce, wobbly shield.

Before them loomed a gang of boys, all seven or eight, their faces twisted with the easy cruelty of children who have never been stopped.

“Get lost, orphan,” the biggest sneered. “Don’t get in our way while we teach this bastard Bowen a lesson!”

Standing just behind the little girl, Bowen Hartley stiffened. Embarrassment flickered over his face like a bruise that could not decide whether to surface.

The word “bastard” felt like a rusty nail driven into him–a public brand of disgrace he could never peel off.

“I’m not an orphan–I have a mom!” the girl shouted, voice oversized for her body. The director of the orphanage, Rupert Goodwin, had promised her the silent woman in the ward was her mother.

“Oh, the coma patient?” the boy sneered. “My mom says she’ll never wake up. Face it, you’re no different. from an orphan–no dad, no mom.”

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“She will

both of them will

wake

will beat

The girl

pulled her cheeks up!” The

and

yelled, “When

she does,

me she’ll help

find

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