Chapter 518 Boyhood Memories, Everything from Childhood
Brian's office fell silent after Quinn's words, so quiet you could almost smell something burning in the air.
The hearts of both of them were pounding out of anger.
Quinn's eyes held a depth and pain never seen before. The usually carefree, playful young heir now had eyes weighed down by the past, evoking an unexpected sympathy.
Brian looked into his son's eyes and suddenly realized that the child who had always been by his side, acting spoiled and charming, had grown up.
No longer the gentle little creature, he now had claws and teeth, learning to fight back. Or perhaps he had always hidden his claws and teeth like a cat, showing only his obedient side to Brian.
For a moment, Brian was angry, but when he realized that the young man before him had grown capable of independent action, he smiled.
"Quinn, it seems you care a lot about the past." His voice was low and sad, transitioning smoothly from anger to sorrow, displaying his practiced image of a loving father, accompanied by a sigh that seemed to express his helplessness.
Quinn looked at his father, unmoved. "Dad, you might have forgotten, but I remember clearly. I remember your attitude towards me and my mom, and how you made us bear the consequences of your mistakes. I do remember it all."
As Quinn spoke, the hostility in his demeanor faded, and it was replaced by a sense of sadness and irony.
What was it like when he and his mother were kicked out of the Kingsley family or when his mother begged while holding him?
He never imagined that after eight years of being treated like an outcast, one day a sharply dressed man would appear in his world, driving a luxury car.
The man told him, "From today, your name is Quinn. You are my son, and I will take you away."
That day, Quinn looked back at his mother on the steps. She waved and said, "Quinn, go with your father. Don't come back."
Eight-year-old Quinn desperately wanted to run back to his mother, but the steps were too high. He had barely climbed a few when a pair of large hands grabbed him.
He struggled in the man's arms, shouting, "Mom! Mom, don't leave Quinn! Don't leave me, please! Mom, don't go!"
But all he got in response was a disappearing silhouette. Quinn collapsed to the ground, unable to escape his fate of being taken away.
After that day, he entered a new world.
He left the poor neighborhood, moved into the best house, had everything other kids envied, and could choose whatever he wanted.
He also met his stepmother.
The first time they met, the woman looked down at him. He looked up at her, thinking she was kind, and smiled.
"From now on, she is your mom," someone said.
But the woman only glared at him with disgust and said, "Listen, I have only one son. You are not allowed to call me mom. Call me Mrs. Kingsley."
It was a symbol of her high status, an unattainable height for him. She looked down on him like a queen to a beggar, with pity and disgust, devoid of any warmth or familial affection.
When little Quinn arrived at the grand Kingsley Villa, everything was luxurious yet cold and indifferent.
He retreated into his own little world, silent and uncommunicative, like a doll that had lost its ability to speak.
A month after arriving at the Kingsley Villa, one afternoon, a young boy walked in.
He was the cleanest, most handsome boy Quinn had ever seen.
Wearing a gray plaid suit and black leather shoes, he had a maturity and presence beyond his years.
Quinn cautiously looked into his eyes, and those eyes looked back at him.
"Quinn, this is your brother."
Quinn held a toy car, looking at his brother for the first time, pursing his lips and not daring to speak.
"Why don't you greet him? What manners?"
His brother's mother's voice suddenly came, scaring Quinn into dropping the toy car, his face turning pale, not daring to move.
The boy bent down, picked up the car, and placed it back in Quinn's hand. "Are you Quinn?"
Quinn nodded, his timid eyes full of fear. "Yes..."
The boy nodded, a smile finally appearing on his delicate face. He gently patted Quinn's head, his voice soothing, "I'm your brother. I'll protect you. Don't be afraid."
Because of that promise, little Quinn felt a sense of belonging, like a fish swimming against the current, finally finding a home.
As he grew older, he realized that the boy, who looked like a jade sculpture, was incredibly strong and capable, excelling in everything.
But he never understood why such a capable brother was often criticized by their father. Even when he brought home trophies, he was met with harsh words instead of praise.
Quinn would hide outside the study, hearing the yelling and slapping sounds, his small figure trembling.
But every time the study door opened, his brother would come out with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
His brother's elegance, nobility, intelligence, and composure made Quinn admire him, almost idolize him.
Once, he asked his brother, "You never cry. Aren't you sad?"
The boy, reading a thick foreign book, replied calmly, "Cry? When kids cry, they get candy. When adults cry, they get slapped."
Later, when Quinn fell and hurt his leg, he cried loudly at the sight of the injury. His brother calmly cleaned and bandaged the wound, saying, "Quinn, you're a man. In a man's world, you can bleed but not cry."
He never saw his brother cry, not in a year, five years, until he was sent abroad for school.
Fifteen years had passed.
In Quinn's mind, Sebastian was someone he would always look up to. Sometimes he would rebel and argue with him, but no matter the cold wars or conflicts, even when they almost started a war over Brooklyn, despite being instigated by family disputes, he knew deep down that his brother would always be his brother.
Sebastian deserved to stand at the top of MBK as an absolute leader.
In those few minutes, Quinn thought about the past, and everything seemed distant yet close.
He could still hear Sebastian saying, "Quinn, you will grow up and have your own desires. When you do, tell me. You don't need to fight for it, I'll give it to you."
He knew they would eventually have a battle for inheritance, so he hinted at it during their youth.
But back then, Quinn said, "What's mine is my brother's."
Years later, he still remembered.
Reflecting on the past, Quinn smiled. He looked at his father, whose face hid many secrets and false emotions. "Dad, if anyone deserves to inherit MBK, it's Sebastian, not me."
Brian's eyes darkened, filled with anger. "Quinn, in business, there's no second place. You either win or lose everything. Do you think you can walk away unscathed by being so generous?"
Brian thought he knew Sebastian well!
In his eyes, Sebastian was ruthless, leaving no room for retreat. If anyone blocked his path, he would eliminate them without mercy!
Quinn stood tall, smiling confidently. "Dad, you're wrong. Sebastian isn't like that. You don't understand him at all. You've never really known him. In your worldview, you've already decided what Sebastian is like."
"Quinn, I've made my decision. It won't change."
Quinn shrugged. "Do whatever you want, Dad. But if your decision hurts Sebastian, I won't comply."
With that, he walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
Brian grabbed a stack of files from his desk and threw them to the ground. "Damn it! You want to rebel too!"
Quinn looked at the office area outside. It was after hours, and most of the staff had left. Walking down the long corridor, Quinn smiled.
Sebastian had protected him for so many years. Now it was his turn to protect Sebastian. He finally said what he had been holding in his heart, and it felt great.
Though he didn't know what awaited him, he felt incredibly relieved.
Taking the elevator down, Quinn grabbed his keys and headed to the parking lot.
He got in his car, started the engine, and the white car sped out of the garage. Quinn dialed Arabella's number.
Arabella was on duty at the hospital. Seeing Quinn's number, she put down her coffee and smiled. "Well, Mr. Quinn Kingsley, what's up?"
Quinn smirked. "Want to make some money?"
Arabella glanced at the clock. "Today? No way, I'm on duty."
"I'll buy you a drink. Switch shifts with a colleague. I'll pay double for today, and I'll pick you up myself."
Arabella frowned. Something was off. Quinn sounded emotionally unstable.
"Oh, my appearance fee is very high," Arabella said, checking the duty roster and spotting a colleague she could switch with.
Quinn laughed wickedly, speeding towards Aucester Hospital. "Hillbilly, I'll give you myself. I'm worth over a billion dollars. I won't embarrass you."
"Alright! Since you're so generous, I'll risk my life for a rogue! Come on, I'll be waiting."
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