Chapter 149 Unexpected Reunion
Quinn’s POV
“Where are you now?” Owen asked.
I hadn’t hung up on him yet. Because he was so persistent and threatened to tell Grayson, I had no choice but to keep the call open.
Owen also said I had to keep the line open because if anything happened, he could hear it and come right away.
But still, if anything happened, I intended to hang up. I didn't want Owen to come here and interfere.
"Quinn?"
I clicked my tongue. "Still in the taxi."
"Please let me come there. We'll look for your mother together. So you won't be alone."
"Shhh Owen, please be quiet if you don't want me to turn off the call."
"Then keep me updated on your whereabouts and the situation."
"You're like a detective investigating a murder case, you know."
The taxi driver then looked at me through the windscreen. He seemed surprised to hear what I said.
I smiled slightly. "Please stop here."
"Have you arrived at the location?"
I got out of the taxi. "Not yet." Then I looked around me, where it was very quiet.
How could it not be? It was almost midnight, snow was falling, and it was certainly very cold. So people, especially humans, were more comfortable spending time indoors. Except for crazy people who weren't afraid of the cold, and I was one of them.
In fact, if I decided to stay at Grayson's penthouse after Owen's phone call, I could go crazy waiting until tomorrow.
The point was, whether I met my mother or not, I wanted to find out for myself. At least tomorrow I will know where to look for her.
I finally went down the stairs to underground station 11.
Like outside, it was very quiet inside. Even quieter.
But it didn't matter, I wasn't afraid of ghosts. I didn't believe in horror legends. So I'm used to being in quiet places like this. The important thing is that it's not dark and there are no bad people around. Because I'm already used to and at peace with loneliness.
I turned left where there was a large billboard screen. I stopped in front of it because it was showing Grayson's latest advertisement for an energy drink brand. I approached the big screen and touched it right on Grayson's face.
Oh, my man is so amazing. I hope he doesn't go through any more hardships. And I hope I won't be forced to leave him because of something people say about him.
The advertisement changed to another one featuring Grayson again. This time it was a shoe advertisement and it showed Grayson's feet and entire body.
I finally backed away slowly. I felt a sense of pride that I couldn't express in words seeing Grayson so successful. It was joyful to see him achieve what he wanted and had been fighting for all these years. It was very touching to see him come this far.
Grayson was truly an example of a child who successfully chose his own path when his parents offered him a life of luxury. He managed to prove to himself and his parents that he was not an heir but a pioneer.
Unfortunately, my admiration for Grayson was interrupted when I heard a mysterious sound coming from my right. There, the lights were flickering and it was darker than the area where I was standing.
Curious that it might be my mother, I went there, half running.
Once I was a little way past the bend, I saw nothing but a dark corridor with train tracks.
But I was quite sure that the sound had come from here, not from where I was standing.
It couldn't have been a rat or other animal because the sound was like a body hitting an object. After that, there was also the sound of human footsteps. So I thought that if it wasn't people fighting, then maybe someone had fallen.
In fact, there was no one else but me.
I immediately turned around when I felt a breeze on the back of my neck. I then slowly backed away because there was a tall, well-built man wearing all black and carrying a knife.
The man pointed his knife forward and in random directions. His eyes looked red and he was staggering. He looked like someone who was drunk.
I took a few steps back, remaining alert. "Wow, sir. Please stop where you are. Please also drop the knife and put it on the floor."
"I'll kill you! You're a bitch! You cheated on me. You threw me away when you didn't need me anymore!"
I really didn't know what this man was saying. He was rambling.
I didn't care what he said. The problem was, he wouldn't put down his knife and instead walk towards me. It looked like he wanted to stab me.
"I don't want to hurt you, sir. So please put down your knife. Then we can talk properly."
"You always say that, but in the end you still leave!"
It seemed like this man had trauma from his lover. I concluded that from all his words and the despair that was clearly visible in his eyes.
"I don't know what your problem is, sir. But if you need someone to listen, then I will listen to your story."
I thought that by trying to calm him down, he would reconsider committing violence. However, he ran towards me with the knife pointed at me.
I prepared to receive the knife and push him away.
But before I could do so, the man fell face down. He didn't move and the knife he was holding fell to the floor.
I immediately picked up the knife with my hand covered by my scarf. I also approached the man to check on him.
"Sir, are you alright?"
There was no answer. The man was still in the same position he was in when he fell.
Oh damn, don't tell me he's dead?
I knelt down to check his pulse. That's when I saw a small needle stuck in the back of his neck.
And then, I heard a voice I hadn't heard in a long time.
My mother's voice.
"Quinn, sweetheart. Are you alright?"