Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 208

"Please, get me to the hospital first. They might be able to reattach my finger. After that, I'll do whatever you need, as long as you give me one million and a half."

Trading a finger for that money-quite the deal.

He was a gambler, after all, and knew how to spot a winning trade.

Clara glanced at Calix, who's a skilled physician. Calix nodded and wheeled the man into the operating room.

Clara turned her attention to June, who was still sobbing, and sighed deeply. "June, years back, your husband stumbled upon the crime scene. The victim's body had traces of his DNA, something only someone close could have planted. And remember, Quinn was living with you."

Planting DNA evidence was a surefire way to frame someone.

Since Quinn was dead set on pinning it on him, any other evidence must have been wiped clean. Plus, Ashton didn't have any powerful allies, leaving June to fight for him alone. Over the years, she'd been blocked at every turn, living a life harsher than a stray dog. They were an easy target, too defenseless to fight back.

gut-wrenching wail. Her husband, her son- both were paying the

"Quinn, Quinn!"

anger was as raw as it

his final wishes. He couldn't hold on

bitterness that anyone

didn't how to offer comfort, and just sat there

assumed Quinn only dabbled in petty, nauseating schemes, but the

sky outside had turned completely dark. She

done so much for me. I have one more request. Please, let me see my husband

in her frail figure and the worry lines etched on her face, sighing. "I'll do my best. Wait for my call. Quinn probably has friends in the prison, and she could take advantage of the Warren family connections. Even if I can set up a meeting, I'll need to pull

would do anything for Quinn, even arrange things in

Ms.