Luna was not fond of Quentin at all. She furrowed her brows and shot him a cold glance. “The Landry
family won’t show me mercy even if I keep my distance from Joshua.”
She curled her lips into a smirk and asked, “I wonder what you’re doing here, Mr. Simms? Are you here
to pray for a loved one too?”
“Pray?” Quentin narrowed his eyes and glanced, sneering at Joshua and Luna. “You’re telling me the two
of you have come here in search of my brother to pray?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Joshua reached out to pull Luna into his arms and lifted his head to meet
Quentin’s gaze. “Father Samuel is one of the most renowned priests in Merchant City, so what’s wrong
with us coming here to request that he pray for my late aunt and Luna’s late uncle?”
Quentin narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.
A split second later, he suddenly recalled something and burst into laughter. “Since the both o f you are
here to pray, I think I should do the same.”
Luna furrowed her brows. “Who’re you going to pray for?”
Even though numerous people in the Quinn family had passed, Luna did not remember him being close
to anyone else apart from Granny Quinn.
Quentin curled his lips into a smirk. “Quentin.”
Luna widened her eyes in shock upon hearing this.
She and Joshua had told him that they were here to pray for their deceased relatives, but Quentin was
saying that he would pray for himself.
The only two reasons he would say this was either he was dying from a terminal illness, or he had
deliberately said this to tease him!
Judging from the mischievous grin on his face, Luna was certain that he was taunting them.
As soon as she thought of this, she narrowed her eyes and was about to say something in retaliation
when the gate opened.
One of the priests stepped out and said to Quentin, “Father Samuel says you can come in.”
With that, he gestured for Quentin to follow him.
Quentin smiled at Luna and Joshua. “Alright then, I’ll be off praying for myself now.”
After Quentin disappeared into the compound, the priest locked the door behind him and glanced at
Joshua and Luna. “Please wait. Father Samuel says that he will see you after Mr. Simms is gone.”
Joshua nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you.”
With that, he led Luna to a nearby bench, where they sat and waited.
Luna furrowed her brows and glanced at the place where Quentin had been standing just minutes ago.
“Every time Granny Quinn brought up Quentin in the past, I would always think that this man was as
sociopathic as Granny Quinn, and it seems I was right.”
Joshua narrowed his eyes but did not reply.
Meanwhile, inside the church, Samuel slowly poured Quentin a cup of tea. “I know why you’re here
today, but I won’t let Malcolm leave with you.
“I never got to raise him or watch him grow up from the moment he was born, and even though I’ve left
home to pursue the teachings of God for many years now, I have never forgotten the debt I owe him.
“This time, I’m going to protect him.”
Sitting in a chair, Quentin took a sip from his cup and replied, “I knew you’d protect him, or else you
wouldn’t have allowed him to stay with you here.”
He put down the cup elegantly and shot Samuel a meaningful glance. “The reason I’m here today is to
ask you one question. Are you planning to cash this in as a favor that I owed you?” Samuel’s hand,
which was stroking the cross around his neck, froze when he heard this.
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