Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Return to Kingbourne

Fabian originally thought it might take longer to persuade Wynter to

go back to Kingbourne with him, so he was surprised when she

readily agreed to it.

This made Fabian even more excited about returning to Kingbourne.

Wynter packed his medication and told him her plans. “Grandpa, I won’t be going back with you this

time. I’ll have to tell Grandma that we’re moving to Kingbourne. I’ll see you then.”

“You won’t be coming with me?” Fabian refused to be separated from his granddaughter. He said

stubbornly, “Then, I’m not leaving.”

Wynter laughed. “Grandpa, the medical facilities in the county aren’t as advanced as those in

Kingbourne. Besides, if I want to come up with a better prescription for you, I’m going to need more

medicinal ingredients than what this county has to offer.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll come with you to see your grandma,” Fabian suggested, uncompromising. “The

visit’s been long overdue, to be

honest. She did our family a great favor.”

Wynter couldn’t object to that.

Before she left, she visited Elliot. She was in the middle of adjusting

his IV drip when he woke up.

His eyes turned into crescents when he registered Wynter’s presence. “Hey, Wynter.”

They were strangers before this, but owing to their sibling connection,

they only needed to exchange a few words before they warmed to

each other.

“As your brothers, we will stand by you in this Quinnell-Yarwood engagement business.” Elliot stroked

Wynter’s hair. “You don’t have to marry Dalton. Once you get to Kingbourne, you can date and marry

whoever you like.”

Amused, Wynter let out a small laugh. “I wouldn’t want to be labeled as a serial dater. You just focus on

getting better, Elliot. I can take care of things on my end.”

“All right, but remember, I’m always here if you need me,” Elliot said. He recalled how she had rescued

him from the cellar the other day. Judging by her swift maneuver, he figured she must have been

bullied to pick up those skills.

If Wynter knew what he was thinking, she would tell him he had greatly misunderstood her. She had

never been bullied.

She and Elliot talked for a while longer.

Elliot, in particular, seemed to have an endless supply of

conversation. He showed Wynter photos of her from when she was

young. “Food was your favorite thing. See how you used to stuff your face with candy?”

“Actually, I don’t remember anything from my days with the Quinnell

family,” Wynter admitted. She would never lie to someone who

treated her with such sincerity. “I still think it’s best if we run a DNA

test. It’s just to make sure I’m related to you and the Quinnells.”

Elliot paused and looked up at her. “You don’t have to, tell anyone else that you don’t remember. This

could stay between us. Besides, you

were only a year old then. It’s perfectly normal for you not to remember things from that age.”,

There were tears in his eyes as he said, “I know you’re our sister. Anyone who doubts it can take their

concerns up with me.”

After Abel had described the Quinnell family as shark-infested waters, Wynter suspected that the family

was plagued with internal conflict.

As such, a DNA test couldn’t be remiss. It was easy enough to accomplish for Wynter. She had already

taken samples from Fabian and Elliot so that she could run them against her own.

The DNA test results should be out later in the day.

However, she knew the test results would be redundant once she returned to Kingbourne. She

reckoned there would be others in the family who would demand that a DNA test be done.

The DNA test she had gotten done would be for Fabian and Elliot’s

benefit.

When a doctor at the hospital first handed Fabian a folder, Fabian

was at a loss. It was only after he saw what it contained that tears.

sprung to his eyes.

Alexis caught a glimpse of the DNA test results and the attestation at the bottom of the page.

“Ms. Quinnell must have gotten this done to put you at ease,” Alexis pointed out, his voice clear. “She’s

more thoughtful than we expected.”

“I wish she’d be a little more selfish, Fabian mused ruefully as he clutched the folder. “Go back to

Kingbourne and prepare for Wynter’s arrival. I don’t want anyone to question Wynter’s identity upon her

return.”

“Yes, sir,” Alexis answered dutifully.