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Chapter 205 Chapter 205 97% Glenn had recovered from his illness. When he heard about Zebulon's stunt, he frowned. "Tell him to cseewhen he has time." Within two hours, Zebulon arrived in a hurry. "Glenn, it's great that you're okay. But why do you look so pale? Are you sure you're fully recovered? "Why don't you take a few more days off? I can handle things for you: Zebulon perched on the edge of the dining table as soon as he entered, expressing concern with genuine sincerity in his eyes.

Glenn had mixed feelings about his nephew. He'd raised Zebulon, but he was disappointed by how impulsive Zebulon had becafter reconnecting with his birth parents.

Glenn sighed, the weariness of his illness seeping into his voice, “Zebulon, you're so impulsive. When will you learn to think before you act?" "I wasn't being impulsive. I was just worried about you," Zebulon grumbled, defending himself.

Glenn just shook his head and motioned for him to sit and eat.

As soon as Zebulon sat down, he noticed the little girl eating happily across from him. He suddenly felt a sharp sensation in his ear. "Glenn, are you developing an heir or a secret agent? She almost tookout with that one move? Glenn shot him a sideways glance. "Quinlyn is a guest here, and she's involved in the legislative process. Show srespect" Zebulon paused, thinking he'd misheard. “This little kid is involved in the legislative process? No way. And she should show srespect to me, he thought.

He was so angry that he had no appetite. He could only watch as Quinlyn ate most of the food.

He only felt hungry after he left the table, which made him even angrier.

After the meal, the three of them were drinking coffee in the living room. Zebulon noticed that his uncle was acting a lot warmer toward Quinlyn.

"Quinlyn, try this cup of coffee. Can you guess which jar the beans cfrom?" Glenn asked.

After hearing Quinlyn's answer, he replied, "That's right. Your taste buds are pretty amazing. Try this cup; it should be even smoother." He handed her another cup.

"I've noticed you like candy. Here are straditionally made candies. Take them if you like," he added. They were sitting close, talking like old friends.

Zebulon had never seen his uncle so genuinely warm and friendly with anyone before. He felt a pang of jealousy. "Hey, Quinlyn, I'll take you out for sfun. It's boring to drink coffee here all day. I can take you to the amusement park,” Zebulon interrupted.

Glenn was about to say no, but he saw the excitement in Quinlyn's eyes, realizing she was still a child. "Take sbodyguards with you and have a good time," he chuckled.

He told Zebulon to take good care of Quinlyn, and Zebulon agreed, but he was already thinking about how to cause smischief.

The moment the car door closed, he dropped the act. "I heard you pleaded your way in here. You must have spowerful backers to get my uncle to take you in. I have to say you're damn lucky.

1/3 97% Chapter 205 "But my uncle is still young and strong. A few years from now, he'll probably have his own family. And you? Just sforgotten foster kid. Like last season's fashion-nobody cares anymore." He stuck out his tongue and made faces, but Quinlyn was indifferent. She just looked down at her phone, replying to messages.

+68 In the group chat, Sawyer's message popped up. [Quinlyn, this medicine has a 90% antiviral rate. Why didn't you bring it out earlier? This could've been a huge help for everyone.] Quinlyn: [I forgot I made it before.] It all started as a cover-up. To fake Chester's addiction, she implanted a fever-causing virus. Later, when developing its antidote, she accidentally created a powerful medicine.

Sawyer: [So how should we handle purification without damaging the molecular structure?] Quinlyn: [I haven't done it either. Maybe we can-] Suddenly, Zebulon's big hand slapped over the screen, and her phone was snatched away before she could finish.

"You kids are always glued to your phones. You're gonna go blind," Zebulon said, deliberately keeping her from playing with it. He glanced at the group chat and sneered, "BiogeneticsSawyer'? "What a dumb name. Who does he think he is, sbig shot professor at Briarwood University? Talk about an ego." Quinlyn looked at him. “You go to Briarwood University too?" "Of course. Not only that." Zebulon puffed out his chest. “I'm in the Young Scholars Program. Do you know what that means? It's where the best students in the country join-a gathering of geniuses." Quinlyn nodded absently.

He was busy sending voice messages to the group chat, ranting about how irresponsible it was to let kids play with phones. She really wanted to tell him that those were his real teachers.

"No more playing from now on, you hear me?" He tossed the phone back to her. It was a direct order.

Quinlyn sensed he would soon face serious consequences, so she chose not to argue with him further. Instead, she turned her attention to the scenery outside the window.

"Hey, is my uncle's illness very serious this time?” Zebulon suddenly asked after a while.

Quinlyn turned back to see his awkward expression. After a moment of thought, she said, "He's just exhausted. That's why his immune system is weak and he got sick." "I warned him about overworking.” Zebulon's lips pressed into a thin line. Catching Quinlyn's gaze, he scowled, "What are you looking at? Yeah, it's pathetic I learned of his illness from an outsider." His eyes burned with frustration.

Quinlyn could sense that he really cared about Glenn. Trying to explain things based on her experiences over the past few days, she said, "He's protecting you." After all, if word got out about Glenn's health, everyone close to him could be in danger.

Zebulon froze for a moment, then turned his head away. "I don't need you to lecture me." He had been trying to provoke Quinlyn, but to his frustration, he was the one left unsettled. He spent the rest of the trip in sullen silence, simmering with irritation.

Brynton had a brand-new amusement park that had just opened in the past couple of years. As soon as Quinlyn stepped in, her eyes were drawn to the enormous castle and all the rides.

9/2 08:35 Wed, 9 Apr 8 Chapter 205 "What do you want to ride?" Zebulon asked.

"The carousel," Quinlyn replied.

"Ugh, how basic. I bet the carousel's the only ride you know," Zebulon said sarcastically.

But Quinlyn ignored him and rushed toward the carousel, eager to get in line.

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When Quinlyn queued up for a fourth ride, Zebulon couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her out of the line. "Con, this is an amusement park. You're seriously just gonna waste the day on this lcarousel?" "Why not?" Quinlyn asked earnestly.

Zebulon was speechless. 'Where did this weirdo cfrom?' he thought. There was no way he'd let her spend the whole day on the carousel. He had planned to make a fool of her.

"I paid for full park access," he said, grabbing her hand. "We're getting our money's worth. Con."

Quinlyn's eyes went round when she m heard the ticket price. Without protest, she followed him to the next line. Thanks to the off-season crowd, they breezed through the VIP lane in no time.

As they approached the towering rollercoaster, Zebulon's lips curled into a mischievous grimorce seated, ve he nodded at the massive loop looming ahead and muttered, "Let's see if you can handle this without bawling your eyes out." Quinlyn just stared blankly. "Huh?" Seeing her confusion, Zebulon decided to crank up the scare tactics. “See that drop?" He pointed tically. "You could fly right out-splat!" He made an exploding motion with his hands. "Begnicely and maybe I'll let you chicken out." Zebulon waited for Quinlyn's response, but heard nothing. When he turned to look, he saw her buzzing with anticipation, her eyes shining with excitement.

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