Chapter 276
276 Atwater Munoz’s Fable
Perhaps it was because Dalton had such nice wrists that he made
wearing a scrunchie look fashionable and elegant.
Wynter couldn’t resist glancing at his wrist a second time. Suddenly,
she asked, “So what’s the Quinnells’ stance on this whole Ms.
Quinnell business?”
“Mr. Quinnell Senior spent many years searching for her,” Dalton began with a smile, pushing the plate
of pizza toward Wynter. “Why the sudden curiosity?”
She feigned nonchalance. “I figured I’d get to know my patient a little
better. You’re a distant relative of his, after all.”
Dalton was adding a few splashes of tabasco to his pizza when
Wynter’s answer made him pause.
He confessed pleasantly, “Technically, I’m not. Our grandfathers just
knew each other. If we were related, then I wouldn’t have been
engaged to Ms. Quinnell in the first place.”
It was only then that Wynter was reminded of the engagement. She gave Dalton an odd look.
To avoid her getting the wrong idea, Dalton quickly explained, “The engagement’s been called off.
There’s no bad blood, though, now that the Quinnells have found their long-lost heiress.”
“Oh,” Wynter said. She took another bite of her pizza. She didn’t mind. that the engagement had been
called off. She had no intention of getting married young anyway.
Dalton chuckled lightly and elaborated, “I’ve never met Ms. Quinnell
before. The whole engagement happened when we were children, all
because my family believed in a so-called fable and wanted me to live longer.
“What fable?” Wynter’s interest was sufficiently piqued.
had to know everything about herself. Besides, her old job had been
to dig deep for information.
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Loosening the top button of his shirt, Dalton surveyed Wynter in amusement, his dark eyes glittering.
“There was this great fortune- teller who told my family that I would not live past the age of 30
unless I married Ms. Quinnell.”
Wynter laughed. “Fortune-teller? More like a charlatan.”
Dalton pressed his fingers to her l*ps to quiet her. “Hush, you’re still too young and healthy to need to
consult a fortune-teller.
“Also, you’re probably too young to know that Atwater Munoz was a great fortune-teller whose
predictions had saved lives. He was a master of his craft. So don’t badm*uth him or you’ll bring terrible
fortune upon yourself.”
There was a warning gleam in his beautiful, dark eyes as he said this.
Wynter, however, gave him a cynical look. “Atwater Munoz?”
“Yes.” Dalton laid another slice of pizza onto her plate.
But Wynter did not eat the pizza. If her memory served her well, Atwater’s last name was Munoz too.
She silently cursed the old man for telling the Quinnells some ridiculous fable he made up.
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At that moment, she remembered Atwater’s drunken soliloquy from a
while ago.
He said, “My child, you won’t be waking up anytime soon. I’ve found you somebody that I think you’ll
like based on your past preferences. He’s got a really strong aura. How about you marry him?”
He kept calling her “my child” after that. Wynter never took him seriously, But looking back, she
wondered if he had lied to the
Quinnells for her benefit.
She stared at Dalton, who indeed had a face she quite liked, and found herself at a loss for words. “You
shouldn’t get so hung up on what a fortune-teller said. Proper medical treatment is rooted in
science, not fables.”
Dalton couldn’t help sputtering at her somber demeanor. He put a fist to his m*uth and coughed to hide
his laughter. “I know. That’s why
I’ve put myself at your mercy.”
“Right…” For some reason, Wynter felt like he wasn’t just talking about
treatment.
She quickly steered the conversation back on track. “I’ve met the Quinnells’ adopted daughter before.
Dalton set his pizza down and gave her his full attention.
She continued evenly, “There are some things I don’t quite understand. If Mr. Quinnell was so
desperate to find his lost. granddaughter, then why did he adopt another one?”
Dalton explained calmly as if speaking from a neutral standpoint, Technically speaking, she was the
Quinnells’ charity project.
“Mr. Quinnell Senior has never stopped thinking about his
granddaughter. The same goes for Elliot, as I’m sure you can tell. As for the others, I don’t know them
well enough to speak for them.”
“I understand,” Wynter replied with a small smile.
He met her gaze. “About the Quinnells today-”
But before Dalton could finish speaking, an announcement came for
him. “Sir, Mr. Quinnell Senior is here!”