Chapter 306 The Worthington Family of Aerilon
Quinn opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words silently.
He said, "Nothing, just asking casually. Gregory, I have some other things to attend to, so I'll hang up now."
Staring at the disconnected call, Gregory furrowed his brows in confusion.
With his many years of understanding Quinn, he knew something was off!
But he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong at the moment.
He casually placed his phone back on the desk, gently pinched the bridge of his nose, and leaned back in his office chair for a brief rest.
On the other side, Quinn put his phone into his suit pocket and was about to return to the hospital room when someone blocked his way.
"Quinn, I'm warning you, if you have any sense, don't think about getting the inheritance. You're just an illegitimate child. What right do you have to be here?"
The speaker was Bruce Worthington, one of the heirs of the Worthington family, who had always looked down on these illegitimate children, especially Quinn.
Because Quinn was too outstanding, too dazzling. Wherever he was, others' brilliance would inevitably be overshadowed.
Most importantly, Quinn was very much liked by Darwin.
If it weren't for his status as an illegitimate child, Darwin would have probably groomed him as the heir long ago.
Quinn lightly adjusted the glasses on his nose, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Whether I have the right to be here is not for you to decide."
Bruce, enraged by Quinn's words, grabbed Quinn by the collar and clenched his fist, ready to punch him.
Quinn sneered, his lips moving slightly as he slowly uttered, "Useless."
"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Bruce's arm muscles bulged, his eyes red with anger.
Quinn, seemingly unafraid of his fist and threats, repeated, "I said you're useless."
"Bastard, looks like you need a lesson to know whose turf this is!" Bruce shouted.
As he spoke, he swung his fist fiercely, aiming to teach Quinn a lesson.
His punch was swift and vicious, creating a gust of wind. However, just as it was about to hit Quinn's face, a slender hand easily caught his fist and twisted it back.
A cracking sound of bones breaking was heard. Bruce howled in pain, his aggressive demeanor completely vanished. "Quinn, are you crazy? Do you still want to stay in the Worthington family?"
Quinn looked down at Bruce, who was crouching in pain, trying to curl up into a ball, and couldn't help but sneer. "Is this all you've got, and you dare to shout in front of me?"
His tone was filled with undisguised mockery and ridicule.
Seeing Bruce in too much pain to speak, Quinn let go of his hand, took a wet wipe from his suit pocket, and carefully wiped his hand, as if he had touched something extremely dirty.
This action was simply because he had a severe cleanliness obsession. But in Bruce's eyes, it was full of mockery and disdain.
He stared at Quinn, gritting his teeth. "Quinn, just you wait. When I inherit the Worthington family, you'll be the first one I deal with."
Quinn raised an eyebrow without changing his expression, his tone indifferent. "Alright."
'Inherit the Worthington family?' He was curious if Bruce had the capability.
Seeing that Quinn didn't take his threat seriously at all, Bruce became even angrier. He gritted his teeth and stood up, wanting to rush over and teach Quinn a lesson, but accidentally pulled his wound.
The sound of bones breaking still echoed in his ears. Bruce could only endure his frustration, glaring at Quinn viciously before quickly going to find a doctor.
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