CHAPTER 447: CHAPTER 447: MELODY SHEPHERD’S SUSPICION

Melody Shepherd’s lips were slightly pale from being bitten, and her bright eyes glistened with a hint of tears, looking as innocent as ever.

Elias Sinclair’s sharp gaze fell on Melody Shepherd, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes, but it was only for a moment. He then turned and swiftly carried Quinn Lockwood away.

Melody stood there watching Elias’s retreating figure. It took her a while to recover from that cold stare that seemed as if it could freeze over.

No worries, no worries. It was just an oversight that made me not notice Quinn Lockwood. Elias surely won’t blame me.

Thinking this, Melody Shepherd slowly walked out of the office.

Just a few steps out, she accidentally kicked a small bottle.

It appeared to be a medicine bottle, with white pills scattered nearby.

Melody squatted down, picked up the bottle, and examined the label and instructions carefully, her expression growing ever more complex.

Medication for chronic gastritis? Isn’t it supposed to be for acute gastritis or a gastric ulcer?

Melody Shepherd recalled Quinn Lockwood’s symptoms and all the information she had gathered from Savannah Lowell. Her beautiful eyes were filled with an indescribable complexity as if she had encountered something beyond her comprehension.

She took out her phone, took a photo of the bottle and the instructions on it, and then returned the medicine to its original fallen place, taking another photo.

According to the information Melanie had, Savannah Lowell never had stomach issues during her childhood, and she seemed healthy during college.

Even if she developed stomach problems due to dieting after debuting, it shouldn’t be this medication for chronic gastritis.

Or maybe the assistant bought the wrong medicine in a panic?

After taking the photos, Melody Shepherd stood up, still looking pensive.

It seems she’ll need to visit The Sinclair Family, and perhaps even The Lowell Family, to see whether Savannah had any hidden health issues from childhood or other secrets...

Meanwhile, on Quinn Lockwood’s side, Elias Sinclair had brought her to the hospital’s emergency room in the shortest possible time.

After the doctors conducted basic treatment, Quinn was transferred back to a private room.

Due to not eating much recently, Quinn Lockwood was somewhat anemic.

At the moment, she lay quietly on the hospital bed with her eyes closed. Her naturally fair face now even paler, almost blending into the walls of the room.

Elias sat in a chair watching over Quinn, seeming a bit weary at this moment, resting his head on one hand on the armrest, the furrow between his brows showing no sign of relaxing.

"Ugh, my hand... it hurts..." Quinn Lockwood curled the hand that was receiving the IV, her little face scrunched up, and her eyelids trembled slightly.

Seeing Quinn respond, Elias immediately went over to support her IV hand and crouched down.

"Don’t move, it’s a nutrient solution; it can be a bit irritating to the veins. Just hang on, it’s almost finished." The man looked at Quinn’s face, his originally stern expression gradually softening into a gentle one.

His voice was deep and slightly magnetic, falling into the semi-conscious Quinn’s ears like a feather brushing a child’s cheek, urging her to break through the darkness and see the owner of this voice.

This voice... she hadn’t heard it for so long, she wanted to grasp it.

Quinn resisted, wanting to escape the big hands pressing on her wrist, but instead, her wrist was clasped tighter, leaving no room to budge.

Perhaps it was the overbearing nature that annoyed Quinn, she struggled to open her eyes, her long lashes trembling slightly. Before she could clearly see the scene in front of her, fatigue overwhelmed her, and she shut them again.

"Elias Sinclair?" Quinn reopened her eyes, pupils slowly focusing to a point.

She looked carefully at the person in front of her, and what she saw was a clean and gentle face.

"Where... am I?" Quinn glanced around at her surroundings, the bright and warm sunlight outside the window casting onto the stark white walls, making her squint involuntarily.

Elias’s dark eyes finally showed a hint of light. He lightly patted Quinn’s wrist to signal her not to move, then walked to the window to pull the curtains.

The glaring light was instantly blocked, the white-toned hospital room turning somewhat dim, making one feel a wave of drowsiness.

"We’re in the hospital. Your stomach problem flared up again." The man turned to look at Quinn, his expression complex.

Quinn was slightly taken aback, her gaze fell on her hand receiving the IV, and she finally realized what had happened.

So, in the end, she hadn’t held on. But... the bug! Was the system bug fixed?

Recall the last thing that happened when she was conscious. Panic surged in Quinn’s heart; she got up to return to the studio, only to jerk the needle in her hand.

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts!" Because of Quinn’s abrupt move, the tape fixing the needle shifted, making the needle move under her skin, causing her to gasp in pain.

"What are you doing? Don’t move." Seeing this, Elias quickly went up to support Quinn’s shoulder, pressing her half-risen body back down.

The man’s gaze landed on Quinn’s face, his fringe casting a shadow on his eyes, making his already focused and soft gaze appear even more tender.

"Just lie down a bit more; once the IV finishes, we can go home. What do you want to eat?" Elias bent over, looking at Quinn, his thick brows rippling with a gentle expression.

"No, I can’t go home yet. I need to go to the studio. There’s a system bug I need to check if it’s fixed." Quinn was a bit anxious, furrowing her brows as she glanced at the IV bag.

"Is this nutrient solution? I think it’s unnecessary to continue; half the bag is already in, and I’m fine now."

"Savannah Lowell, what exactly happened recently? Why are you pushing yourself so hard?" When Elias saw Quinn anxious to leave, his face darkened instantly.

He couldn’t understand Quinn’s reaction. Why insist on going to the company when her body was in this state?

"Do you have a laptop?" Quinn didn’t answer Elias’s question, a deep thought passing through her mind, brows still knitted together.

She didn’t want to explain recent matters to Elias. Now she just wanted to check on the system bug issue.

Quinn tried to pick up the phone on the bedside table to call Sharon Shaw, but the man directly grabbed it from her and pressed the power button.