Chapter 292: Without Nathalie Quinlan's Intervention, It's a Deadlock_1
The rose garden was in chaos at the moment.
The moving company had arrived, but Ghania Quinlan was hiding in her room, refusing to come out.
Overnight, Jeff Quinlan had aged considerably. The elegance he had once maintained through privilege and comfort was worn away by recent setbacks, leaving only exhaustion. He sat on the sofa, ignoring the movers coming and going, his red-rimmed eyes staring at the phone in his hand.
It couldn't be sent!
Still couldn't be sent!
After sending seven or eight messages that all came back as rejected, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and slumped back against the sofa, his face the picture of defeat, seemingly even older than just a moment before.
At this time, Emilia Sullivan approached anxiously, saw him staring at his phone on the sofa, and couldn't help but say, "Jeff, Ghania has been staying in her room upstairs since she came back, should I go check on her?"