Chapter 332: The Decision

Sierra hesitated before entering. She approached Jonathan, trying to calm Quinn. But as soon as she touched Quinn’s hand, Quinn violently flung her away. Sierra’s arm hit the cabinet with a thud, and she cried out in pain.

“Don’t touch me!”

Quinn’s eyes were filled with fear and panic.

Johnathan’s expression changed instantly upon seeing Sierra hurt. He forcefully pulled Quinn up and said coldly, “Calm down! No one here wants to hurt you. Snap out of it!”

Perhaps his words had some effect, because Quinn’s expression slowly cleared. She seemed to finally recognize them.

“Johnathan. Sierra!”

Her gaze fell on Sierra, and it looked like something clicked. A guilty look spread across her face.

“I’m sorry, Sierra. I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry.”

She quickly reached for Sierra’s hand but pulled back halfway, as if afraid of hurting her again. She looked completely conflicted and pitiful.

It really did hurt when she hit the cabinet, but Sierra couldn’t bring herself to hold it against someone who was sick. She shook her head. “It’s fine.”

Now that Quinn had calmed down, Johnathan released her and took Sierra’s hand. Seeing her wrist was red and swollen, he frowned. “Get it checked.”

Without giving Sierra a chance to refuse, he took her straight to orthopedics. The results came back quickly—no fracture, just a bruise. Some ointment would be enough.

Johnathan’s face was dark. He was burning with frustration, but he had no idea who to take it out on. Quinn was sick. He couldn’t hold it against her.

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect her reaction to be that intense,” Sierra said.

She truly hadn’t expected Quinn’s condition to be this severe. It was like she didn’t recognize anyone else. That burst of aggression—she’d looked at Sierra like she was the enemy.

“The psychiatrist examined her. She has severe violent tendencies now. She doesn’t trust anyone around her.”

Except him. When she lost control, he was the only one she recognized. Everyone else might as well have been strangers.

The psychiatrist said treatment would take time. It would require patience and helping her relax slowly. But Johnathan didn’t think that was realistic. He didn’t have that kind of time, and he definitely didn’t have that kind of patience.

He’d been mulling over what to do with Quinn, uncertain before—but now, he’d made his mind up.

“I’m planning to send her to a care facility for now.”

He finally voiced his decision. Given Quinn’s current state, there was no way she could be left alone. And Tora was still…

Quinn was his family, and it was only natural for him to care for her. Still, seeing Quinn cling to Jonathan like that, Sierra couldn’t help but feel jealous.

She hadn’t expected him to make that kind of decision. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, “Won’t that make things worse for her?”

“I’m going to get the best medical team and doctors. I’m not a psychiatrist. Leaving her in their care is the best option,” Johnathan said flatly.

He did care about Quinn, but only to a point. He couldn’t spend every waking moment taking care of her. He didn’t have the patience or the energy for that, and he wasn’t going to let Quinn turn his whole life upside down. She was already starting to affect his life with Sierra.

“What about Dora?” Sierra asked. “What happens to her?”

“She’ll stay with me for now. Then I’ll find a special school for her.”

There were schools specifically for children with psychological needs.

Sierra hadn’t expected that in just one night, Johnathan had already figured everything out. In that moment, she wasn’t sure whether to be shocked by how cold he could be—or relieved that he’d made a decision.

Noticing the shift in her expression, Johnathan asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Sierra looked at him and shook her head. “Nothing.”

She’d actually been wondering if it were her in that hospital bed today, what kind of choice Johnathan would make? But the thought had barely crossed her mind before she shut it down. She didn’t want to overthink things. She didn’t want to drive herself crazy with doubt.

Seeing her return to normal, Johnathan didn’t press the issue. Too much had happened lately, and even he was starting to feel worn out. Johnathan was a man of action. Once he’d made a decision, he acted on it immediately.

A little over half an hour later, the secretary showed up at Quinn’s hospital room with a team of professionals. Quinn was calm now. When she saw the group enter, she visibly froze. Then, almost instinctively, she looked at Johnathan.

Johnathan was never one for sugarcoating. He said directly, “You’re not in a condition to be alone right now. So I found a care facility for you. They have the best psychiatrists. Work with them, get better. That’s all I want.”