The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 317

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Alexis did not hold back. He named the people who had dropped by the house and described whatever they had carried on their persons.

“Ms. Naomi, whom the Quinnells sponsored, came by yesterday with

tonic for Mr. Quinnell Senior,” he said.

Wynter raised a brow. “Tonic?”

“Yes. She would drop by the company at first, but lately, she’s been

delivering tonics to the house,” Alexis elaborated.

“Assuming Grandpa didn’t drink it, I don’t think the tonic is the issue

here,” Wynter remarked plainly.

“Mr. Quinnell Senior didn’t take one sip of it,” Alexis confirmed. “I

didn’t let anyone into the house either. The only ones who came in

were the chef and Mr. Quinnell.

Wynter’s gaze darkened. “Mr. Quinnell?”

“Your father,” Alexis clarified, though he sounded reluctant to dive

into this conversation. “He got into a fight with Mr, Quinnell Senior

earlier.”

On the other line, Wynter appeared to be in deep thought. After a long pause, she said, “Alexis, could you prepare a few medicinal

ingredients for me? In the meantime, keep an eye on Grandpa and don’t let him see anyone until I get there, even Mr. Quinnell.”

The formality with which she addressed Shane told Alexis enough- she wouldn’t acknowledge Shane as her father anytime soon.

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“Don’t worry, Ms, Quinnell, I’ll take good care of Mr. Quinnell Senior,”

Alexis promised solemnly.

“Thanks, Alexis,” Wynter said. Her tone grew serious as she added, ”

Remember, do not let anyone see Grandpa until I get there.”

She had been feeling that something was off ever since she had that

nightmare weeks ago.

Under normal circumstances, Fabian would have more than a year to

live despite his condition, unless somebody was deliberately poisoning him.

If that were the case, the person poisoning Fabian must have been

family or someone trusted, or Fabian wouldn’t have let his guard.

down.

She tapped her phone as she contemplated. The toxins that had

triggered Fabian’s infection could be slow or fast-acting.

For Fabian’s condition to worsen so suddenly today meant someone had probably predicted his outburst.

Meanwhile, Margaret had fallen asleep and did not know of Wynter’s phone conversation. Wolf, on the other hand, was staring at her while

signing something.

Wynter glanced at the driver assigned to bring them to Kingbourne

and shook her head at Wolf.

As comfortable and spacious as the Alpard was, Wolf was agitated

by it. He signed furiously, “Was this driver assigned to bring us to

Kingbourne or to keep an eye on us? I don’t like this one bit!”