Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 Blood And Memory

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Fragments streaked behind his eyes: rooftops, summer sun, a small girl shouting the name “Rowan.”

Each call tore at his soul like nails on raw nerve.

“I–I’m all right, Rowan. You don’t need to worry, really.”

Yet as the words left her colorless lips, Quinn forced a lopsided, carefree smile, as if pain were an illusion and the streaming blood belonged to someone else.

“The bleeding won’t stop. I’m getting you to the hospital–now!” Harlan had knotted his silk tie around her shoulder in a shaky tourniquet, yet crimson still welled through the fabric, running in hot rivulets between his fingers.

With one swift motion, Harlan swept Quinn into his arms. As he turned, squad–car sirens wailed and the first wave of officers skidded to a halt beside the shattered glass.

Marching in with the uniforms was Julius, suit rumpled, eyes wild.

He never expected the sight that punched the breath from his lungs–Harlan clutching the woman he loved, her arm dangling lifeless while scarlet droplets traced a morbid path to the ground.,

The once–white blouse clinging to her left shoulder had turned a grim, soaking red.

That stain flooded Julius‘ vision, the same drowning crimson that had enveloped him the night his mother took her life.

Terror surged through him, cold and electric, in a single vicious heartbeat.

His entire frame began to shake, a tremor he could neither command nor conceal.

“Quinn!” He stumbled toward her, nearly tripping over debris, desperate to reach her before fate claimed another person he cherished.

If she vanished from this world, he wondered, what purpose would remain for him to keep breathing?

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Chapter 339 Blood And Memory

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Quinn felt the chill spreading, as though ice water replaced her blood; even her eyelids sagged, heavy as lead.

She understood with clinical clarity that the creeping frost was simply hemorrhage.

A moment earlier, she thought she’d heard Julius shouting her name.

The voice had sounded shattered, as though forged from pure terror.

What frightened him so deeply? The possibility I might truly die?

She tried to pry her eyes open, to assure Julius it was only a shoulder wound, nothing more.

Yet her lashes felt stitched together, impossible to lift.

“Julius, move! I’ve got to get Quinn to the hospital!” Harlan barreled forward, shoulder–checking Julius out of the way with bruising force.

Julius staggered two steps, disoriented, then saw Harlan sprint toward the waiting sedan with Quinn cradled against his chest. Shock fused to resolve, he lunged after them.

The officers hurried to Leander and Serena, weapons still raised, eyes sweeping the

area.

One officer asked, “Mr. Fane, Ms. Fane, are you all right?”

“Of course we’re not all right!” Serena snapped. “Do you have any idea how terrified I’ve been? Your department is utterly useless!”

Leander, however, lowered his gaze to the pavement, fixated on the scattered beads of blood only steps away.

They were Quinn’s.

If she hadn’t taken that bullet, he would be lying in a pool of his own blood.

Why did hearing her call me by that tender name–seeing her shield me–twist a knife

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my chest?

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Chapter 339 Blood And Memory

The ache grew until his skull throbbed.

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