CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 438: GOING HOME

If Mr. Lockwood is unwilling to hand over The Lockwood Group to her, or if he makes things difficult or indifferent for Ariana Lynch in this matter, who knows what kind of insane things she might do!

Back then, it was only in those final days that she discovered Ariana Lynch was colluding with Jonah Hansen. Before that, Quinn Lockwood treated Ariana like her own sister, yet even under those circumstances, this snake-hearted woman still struck against her.

Not to mention, Mr. Lockwood, who has nothing to do with her at all.

Quinn Lockwood’s eyes were fixed fiercely on one spot, the raging murderous intent in her gaze surging like tempestuous clouds, ready to explode.

Originally, she planned to slowly strip Ariana Lynch of her skin piece by piece with a soft knife, but it seems time is running out.

Just as Quinn Lockwood got up to open her laptop and check Ariana Lynch’s recent schedule, the phone tossed on the sofa buzzed with vibrations.

Quinn Lockwood’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, seemingly displeased at being interrupted.

She picked up the phone and her expression softened upon seeing the caller’s name.

"Brother, what’s up?" Quinn Lockwood leaned her head against the sofa, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder while turning on the computer.

There was a slight pause on the other end before a man’s gentle and elegant voice came through: "You little girl, every time you call, you always ask what’s up, as if I always bring bad news."

Upon hearing Cameron Grant’s relaxed tone, Quinn Lockwood’s slightly tense mood eased entirely, her voice taking on a girlish softness as usual.

Jokingly, she said to Cameron Grant: "Brother, don’t say that. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that you’ve helped me so much lately, I worry I’ve screwed something up again."

Two clear laughs came from the other end, followed by the man’s sweet and pleasant voice again: "You little chatterbox, I’m calling to ask if you have time to come home for dinner today? Dad and Mom have been mentioning you constantly these days."

At the mention of Mr. and Mrs. Lowell, Quinn Lockwood immediately got up from the floor.

Oh right, it’s been ages since she visited Mr. and Mrs. Lowell.

Though they are not her biological parents, Quinn Lockwood is not an ungrateful person. Even if she ever gets the chance to reunite with Mr. Lockwood, she’d never disregard these two parents of The Lowell Family.

"Sure, I’ll get ready to head out now." Quinn Lockwood nodded, a brightness returning to her once dull eyes.

Quinn Lockwood casually tied her hair back, changed into comfortable clothes, and set off for Lowell Villa.

Perhaps because she was about to see her family soon, Quinn Lockwood’s mood felt much lighter, unlike the oppressive feeling before. Even the gradually darkening sky seemed to have its own unique beauty.

"Honey, are the dishes ready? Savannah is back." Mr. Lowell stood at the entrance, watching expectantly toward the villa yard, clearly waiting for Quinn Lockwood’s return.

As soon as the gates of Lowell Villa swung open, Mr. Lowell immediately perked up, directing the servants to prepare in the kitchen.

"Savannah, what have you been up to? You haven’t been back in so many days." As soon as Quinn Lockwood opened the door, she saw Mr. Lowell’s face, already stern.

Yet on that seemingly serious and slightly angry face, there was an unhideable joy mixed in.

Quinn Lockwood had been busy these past days handling things for the crew, the studio, and Elias Sinclair, with hardly a moment of rest. It’d been over half a month since she returned home.

Mr. and Mrs. Lowell had actually missed their daughter for some time, but refrained from calling Quinn back, afraid of interrupting her work and her time with Elias Sinclair.

Cameron Grant, having heard their concerns repeatedly every time he came home, called Quinn himself, partly out of his own reasons.

Upon hearing Mr. Lowell’s voice at the door, Quinn initially thought her dad was angry, but upon seeing the occasional glimmer of a smile on his stern face, she understood everything.

"Oh, Dad, don’t be mad. I’m back now. Here, let me massage your shoulders." Quinn Lockwood playfully took Mr. Lowell’s arm, leading him inside, her demeanor as sweet as a little girl.

"Hmph, don’t think you can please your dad with these small gestures. I’m not so easily satisfied." Mr. Lowell shot Quinn Lockwood a glance, still pretending to be angry.

Quinn Lockwood led Mr. Lowell to the sofa, her hands skillfully and firmly massaging his shoulders.

"Oh, you silly old man, Savannah just came back and you’re teasing her." Mrs. Lowell emerged from the kitchen, wanting to call them to dinner, only to witness this father-daughter scene.

"Come, Savannah, don’t mind your dad. He’s just happy you’re home." Mrs. Lowell scolded Mr. Lowell lightly, then took Quinn Lockwood’s hand to lead her to the dining table.

Seeing that neither his wife nor daughter would acknowledge him, Mr. Lowell lost interest and returned to his cheerful self from before Quinn Lockwood came home, moving briskly toward them.

"Look, Savannah, Mom made your favorite bream soup. Come, have a taste." Mrs. Lowell picked up a porcelain bowl, taking the tenderest piece of fish and drizzling some broth over it for Quinn Lockwood.

"Thank you, Mom." Accepting the soup, its thick aroma immediately enveloped Quinn Lockwood, making her feel as if she was in a vibrant garden under the warm sun.

All her worries dissipated...

Cameron Grant returned home very late, as the responsibilities of both the group and the studio piled up, requiring him to practically split into two to manage. Finishing all his tasks by nine or ten at night was already quite efficient.

When he arrived home, Quinn Lockwood was showering, so Cameron planned to wait a bit before seeking her out for a chat.

Sitting quietly on the room’s sofa, the light casting shadows over his lashes, Cameron’s gentle, smiling gaze seemed even more soft and soothing.

Feeling a tad bored, Cameron’s gaze wandered the room until it fell upon the metal box left by Quinn Lockwood, causing his pupils to contract suddenly.

He’d almost forgotten about it; he hadn’t finished reading the notebook inside yet.

He opened the box and retrieved the notebook. As his slender fingers turned a page, an increasing doubt arose in his heart.

So similar.

This Quinn Lockwood and the Savannah Lowell from this period are truly too alike.