That night, after returning home, Cynthia called Quinn again.
This time, he answered. She immediately asked with concern,
"Quinn, I called you last night, but Mizuno said you were in an emergency meeting and couldn't take the call. Is everything okay?"
There was a long silence on the other end before Quinn finally forced out a single word.
"No…"
His voice was hoarse. Cynthia frowned and scolded him lightly,
"What's wrong with your voice? Did you catch a cold? There's cold medicine in the bottom drawer of your bedside table. Take one and get some rest—"
"I'm tired. I'm hanging up."
Before she could finish her rambling instructions, Quinn suddenly cut her off with that blunt statement and then— click! —hung up the phone.
Cynthia was startled.
In all the time she had known him, he had never spoken to her so harshly.