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.

cries turned into a gut-wrenching wail. Her husband, her son- both were paying the price for her once being soft-hearted enough to

"Quinn, Quinn!"

anger was as raw as

final wishes. He couldn't hold on much longer. Why good people seemed to suffer the most?

that anyone listening would feel

comfort, and just sat there quietly, her dislike

assumed Quinn only dabbled in petty, nauseating schemes, but the depth of his manipulations was

then, the sky outside

me. I have one more request. Please, let

best. Wait for my call. Quinn probably has friends in

things in prison. Otherwise, how could Ashton be

Ms. Clara,