Chapter 452

Xander Quincy struggled to open his eyes. His throat burned like fire.

"Who brought me here?" His voice came out hoarse.

The nurse adjusted his IV without looking up. "Your parents and sister."

Xander's gaze darkened. "Where are they?"

The nurse frowned. "Left hours ago. No one's staying with you in this condition." Disapproval laced her tone.

His lips twisted. Of course.

In the Quincy family, Beatrice always came first. In his current state, he probably wasn't worth one strand of her hair.

His phone screen lit up. A trending notification stabbed into his vision:

#Quincy Adopted Daughter Truth Exposed#

#Beatrice Quincy's Luck Charmer#

Xander's fingers trembled. The moment he clicked the link, his blood turned to ice.

Photos. Audio recordings. Bank transfer records. Every piece of evidence laid bare for the public.

"Bianca—" He jerked upright, pain from his injuries making his vision black out.

"Don't move!" The nurse pinned him down. "Three broken ribs and you're trying to get up?"

Xander ignored her, shaking as he dialed Bianca Fairchild's number.

"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."

The glaring red exclamation mark in their WeChat chat window stabbed through his heart like a knife.

He called Beatrice instead.

"Xander!" Beatrice sobbed hysterically. "That bitch Bianca—"

"Where is she?" he interrupted.

"Gone! She exposed all our family secrets!" Beatrice shrieked. "Dad swore he'd break her legs!"

Xander clenched the bedsheet. At least she escaped.

But where could she go? Did she have money? Would they find her?

Outside the window, the night stretched like ink. His heart sank into darkness.