'This way, I can just wait and see how things play out. Nothing in this world is set in stone, so... what if there is no cure?'
That silly woman said that if he died, she wouldn't go on living. It would be a lie to say her words didn't move him, but beyond being moved, he naturally hoped she would live a full life.
There were so many wonderful things in the world. She had suffered for over twenty years and, because of him, had yet to live a good life. He didn't want her to end it all just like that.
'So, we should probably separate for a while. For one, there's that dream I still haven't figured out. I don't want to put Annabelle Linton in danger.'
Quentin Holland had such a good relationship with her; he'd be at ease if she was by his side, even though he hated the idea of entrusting her protection to another man.
But her safety was more important than anything else.
'And two... if the tests really don't reveal anything, then I'll just have to hide it from her for now.'
