Chapter 281 Deciphering the Dream
Naomi had been sponsored and cared for by the Quinnells since young. She was adept in fine arts and literature, not to mention a graduate from a prestigious university overseas.
She was well-versed in finance, economics, and social etiquette, and
even knew financial law. In short, Naomi was the epitome of beauty
and brains.
Compared to her, Wynter was a local graduate who was neither
cultured nor taught the ways of a socialite.
In the dream, Naomi was kind and would take Wynter everywhere.
She even made it a point to tell others that the true heiress of the
Quinnell family had returned,
She didn’t want the public to confuse her identity with Wynter’s, lest
the latter was put in an awkward situation.
But despite all this, Wynter always felt like an ugly duckling at every
dinner party. It was as if she had crashed the party, and it showed.
Naomi could talk to anyone at the party about anything, but Wynter
couldn’t even tell what language Naomi was speaking, let alone join
the conversation.
As the differences between Naomi’s upbringing and hers became
clear, Wynter began to realize that she had no makings of an heiress
whatsoever. Everyone was saying how the Quinnells had brought
back a bumpkin.
Wynter didn’t fit into any social circle and eventually became the
laughingstock.
None of the socialites cared for her, and even the staff attending to her had started ignoring her requests in favor of Naomi. Even
Wynter’s parents, who had claimed to love her beyond all things, were growing embarrassed of her.
In the end, her parents hired a private tutor for her. Wynter dreamed she had toiled away on whatever art and subject the tutor taught her. But for some reason, she would forget whatever she learned.
One day, through bitter work, she finally mastered the piano and thought she could make her family proud.
However, Naomi won a prize for her performance in a piano concert abroad, and the Quinnells threw a feast to celebrate her achievement. During the party, they announced that they would officially adopt
Naomi.
From then on, Naomi and Wynter would both be heiresses to the Quinnell name. And just like that, Wynter fell back into the shadows
before she could even emerge into the light.
Wynter’s parents began to feel awkward around her. Her mother even seemed a little terrified of her. Thankfully, Fabian would drop by and visit her now and then, reminding her that she was his little princess.
Wynter vowed that she would master something to make her
grandfather proud.
However, her brain seemed to be operating beyond her control. She couldn’t master anything despite all the effort she put in each day.
Finally, all that stress built up and triggered her intermittent explosive
disorder. Without even being conscious of it, Wynter picked up a pair of scissors one day and stabbed Naomi’s hand with it.
The household staff said Wynter did it out of jealousy, much to her
parents’ disappointment.
The family doctor advised that Wynter’s condition be kept secret, or it
might reflect badly on the Quinnells.
After all, no one wanted an heiress with intermittent explosive
disorder, which was a psychiatric condition.
Her mother couldn’t bear to part with her, but her father sent her to
the countryside for what he called rehabilitation.
Fabian was sick at the time and couldn’t take care of her. The next
time Wynter got news of her grandfather, it was of his death.
The sound of the rain splattering against the window made Wynter
bolt upright in bed. Her beautiful eyes were wide in the dark.
Beads of cold sweat had formed on her forehead, and her dark hair
cascaded over her shoulders. She clutched the pendant that rested
firmly against her midriff, her eyes glimmering.
She was not the self-pitying type, especially not over the lack of love. or approval. She wondered what her dream meant.
Fabian wouldn’t die that easily. She had examined him before. He had a lung condition, but a healthy diet and regular medication should help him manage it just fine.
Could it be that something had changed within the Quinnell family?
Atwater had taught her how to interpret dreams back in the day. She
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had learned that dreams were like warnings from the universe to some extent. She would be a fool to disregard her dream.
She raised a brow as she considered her pathetic ending in the dream. That was unlikely to happen.
For starters, she didn’t plan on going back to the Quinnells. Secondly, she would never sit by and let Fabian die.
Wynter looked up and gazed out the window, thinking of reasons why she might have had that dream. She wouldn’t allow that dream to
become reality.
Meanwhile, at the Quinnell residence in Kingbourne, Naomi exclaimed happily into the phone, “Are you and Mom really coming home, Dad?”