I Married the President-Chapter 39: So Unfamiliar, Not Even Friends

That incident left a scar on her brother that would last a lifetime. For the past two years, no one dared to mention Quinn’s name in his presence.

Now that Grandpa was gravely ill, he had finally gone to find that woman.

But that woman...

’I heard she’s just a very ordinary woman. It’s been a year since she graduated from college and she still hasn’t found a proper job. She’s nothing like Quinn at all.’

’Did my brother really marry that woman?’

The old man said with a beaming smile, "They got it the day before yesterday. Your brother even kissed Quinn right in front of me. That rascal, he finally didn’t disappoint his grandpa."

"Grandpa..." Yara Quincy was speechless.

’My brother really did find that woman, and he even kissed her in front of Grandpa.’

’I wonder if his heart ached when he kissed her.’

’After all, that woman wasn’t Quinn, but Quinn’s twin sister.’

...

「Outside the hospital room.」

Claire Sinclair jerked her hand back.

She turned, pressing her back against the wall. She didn’t have the courage to go inside.

’Even though I met Grandpa White-beard five years ago, he doesn’t remember me. He only remembers my sister, who excelled in the military.’

’In other people’s eyes, whenever they see my face, the first person they think of is always my sister.’

’There’s nothing wrong with that. My sister is excellent in every way. Why would anyone bother remembering a good-for-nothing like me?’

Claire Sinclair waited for a long time. Yara Quincy finally lulled the old man to sleep and quietly stepped out of the room.

The moment she turned, she saw a devastatingly beautiful face and almost couldn’t stop herself from crying out, "Quinn!" But, being quick-witted, she recognized the woman’s identity in a single glance.

"You’re Claire Sinclair."

"I am," Claire Sinclair admitted.

Yara Quincy asked urgently, "Did you really marry my brother?"

Claire Sinclair nodded. "It’s only temporary. Once Grandpa White-beard passes away, I’ll divorce your brother."

Yara Quincy furrowed her brows, her eyes filled with worry. "Don’t be so casual about it. For someone of my brother’s status, divorce is a major taboo."

Claire Sinclair immediately fell silent.

’The girl is right. A divorce would inevitably affect the reputation of a cabinet member. This isn’t child’s play.’

’No wonder he kept refusing to divorce me...’

’For the sake of his political career, what was sacrificing his own happiness? And sacrificing mine? That was nothing at all.’

Yara Quincy sized up the girl with curiosity. Although she looked identical to Quinn, she had no imposing aura at all. She was as gentle and yielding as water, with the delicate air of a sheltered girl.

’Thinking back to the powerful and domineering Quinn at the training camp... so dashing in her military uniform, with those sharp, spirited almond eyes and that innate killing aura... there wasn’t a single trace of any of that in this girl.’

"You and Quinn are worlds apart," Yara Quincy said bluntly, pulling no punches.

Claire Sinclair had been hearing such comparisons since she was a child and had long since become immune. She didn’t take it to heart and simply said, "What’s your name? You should tell me, or I’m afraid I’ll blow my cover in front of Grandpa White-beard."

"My brother didn’t tell you?"

Claire Sinclair fell silent.

’From the day we got married until now, he’d never told me about his family, and I’d never asked. We were more like strangers than friends.’

Yara Quincy could tell the answer from her expression. "I’m Yara Quincy," she said. "I’m his sister."

"Who else is in your family?" Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but ask.

"Our parents and me. You don’t need to know the other relatives. They’re not important."

Claire Sinclair nodded and said nothing more.