Clair in the Hospital

Quentin pushed open the doors of the emergency room and said to Lorneauxs, "I heard you brought in a young girl covered in blood."

"Another late-night shift, huh, Doctor?" Quentin didn't wait for an invitation, striding purposefully towards the gurney.

As Quentin briskly walked past, Lorneauxs didn't attempt to stop him. He knew it would be futile; Quentin would find out what he wanted to know one way or another.

"I was dragged out of bed to assist with this emergency," Quentin casually replied as he reached the bedside.

Quentin bent over the gurney, carefully examining the pale, unconscious face of the girl. He could see delicate features and youthful skin still retaining a glow of youth. She seemed to be in her teens.

"Poor child. I wonder what happened to her," Quentin muttered under his breath.

Judging by her delicate features and obviously underage appearance, she was exactly the type Lorneauxs favored.

Quentin straightened up, mocking, "You know, she bears a striking resemblance