Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 278

"Mom just called," Ryan's voice was trembling. "Some crazed woman attacked Quinn—stabbed him once and slashed Mom's arm. They've caught her now, but Quinn's in a complete frenzy. Even though the stab wasn't fatal, he's been screaming non-stop."

Clara was ready to rush to the scene but hesitated, worried about Johnny.

Taking a deep breath, she pieced together who the woman might be it had to be June. Quinn had destroyed June's life; her husband had died in prison because of him. June must have been waiting for her shot at revenge, even if it meant risking her own life.

She wanted to pull Ryan aside to get more details, but Johnny's hoarse voice interrupted.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Feeling a wave of helplessness, Clara turned to Ryan, "How's Naomi?"

"Just minor injuries, but Quinn's lost it, cursing wildly in the hospital. He's even scratched up a few doctors. It's like he's found some insane strength."

Three gunshots and now June's stabbing, yet Quinn was still wreaking havoc― like an indestructible cockroach.

Ryan leaned in closer, whispering, "Clara, the doctors have removed Quinn's bullets. They say he might need to be committed to a psychiatric hospital."

Clara rubbed her temples and glanced at Johnny lying on the bed, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Then let him go."

Ryan fell silent, his head drooping as if he'd done something wrong. He didn't feel nothing for Quinn, but after everything Quinn did, he couldn't look at him the same way anymore.

of silence, Ryan hugged Clara, his voice thick with

already feeling the

hand and nodded in

keeping vigil over Johnny. Ryan wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Clara, I'm a bit hungry.

dark circles under his eyes, Clara knew he hadn't been

together, and Clara saw there were still a few ingredients in

"Great!"

around her like a

well. She turned on the stove and got

she heard a

of still-warm soup, was

quickly stopped him. "That soup needs more seasoning.

she caught a whiff of

put down the bowl, smelling it

out of the room to find the

room, but the gasoline had spread, turning

too far gone. The room was where the fire had

bed engulfed in flames, her

burst in, taking in the scene,

"Dad!"

tightly. "We have