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.

hugged Clara, his voice thick

nineteen-year-old was already feeling the weight

hand and

vigil over Johnny. Ryan wiped his eyes with the back

his eyes, Clara knew he hadn't been

went downstairs together, and Clara saw there were still a few ingredients in the fridge.

"Great!"

up instantly, hovering around her like a puppy, eager

lifted as well. She turned on the stove and got to

she heard a noise

a cup of still-warm soup,

didn't think much of the noise but quickly stopped him. "That

as she said that, she caught a whiff

down the bowl, smelling it

the room

room, but the gasoline had spread, turning everything into a sea of

open Johnny's door, only to find the fire too far gone. The

engulfed in flames,

scene,

"Dad!"

tightly. "We have