The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 330

Chapter 330 A Nightmare Unveiled

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Quinn’s face twisted in pain. “You said Dora got infected after she was born… but that’s not true. I was already infected while I was pregnant with her. I just didn’t know it.”

She went on, her voice heavy, “That bastard Timothy used me for his experiments. He wanted to break through genetic barriers. I had no idea. He was the one doing all my checkups, and I trusted him completely.”

“After Dora was born, I started feeling unwell. But even then, I didn’t suspect anything. Then Dora started having issues too, and still–I didn’t doubt him.”

A flicker of deep trauma crossed her face. The memories clearly haunted her. “Back then, I just blamed myself. For being sick. For dragging Dora into it. Until one day… I accidentally saw Timothy mixing something into Dora’s milk. That’s when I realized he was using both of us. We were his test subjects. He’s insane. He wanted to break human genetic limits. He wanted to merge human DNA with that of animals.”

She swallowed hard. “After I found out, we had a huge fight. I tried to call the police, but he locked me up. After that, I was trapped. Every time I had to go out, he went with me. And Dora was in his hands–I didn’t dare act recklessly. I didn’t know where she’d been taken, and I was in constant agony. I wanted to kill him, I really did. But I knew if he died, Dora would die too. So I held it in.”

She kept pouring her heart out. “That went on for more than two years. Then finally, when he

let

his guard down, I found out where Dora was–and when I had the chance, I ran. I took her and escaped. I had no ID, nothing. I hid in a mountain village. It was months before I figured out a way to get back. That’s what I’ve been hiding from you.”

I don’t want to talk about

broke

expected the truth to be anything like this.

years. She only messaged him once a year, during the holidays. He had assumed she was still upset over how

idea what hell she’d been

Quinn now, wracked with pain, Jonathan gently patted her shoulder. She

p.m., Sierra finished work on time–but

didn’t even know if he’d make it home. Something had happened with Quinn.

immediately hailed a cab

asleep. Jonathan sat nearby with Dora in his

Sierra asked quietly as

to follow him outside. Once there, he explained, “She finally told me everything today. It broke her. Physically too. Those years…

recounting what Quinn and Dora had

subjects by

made sense. Why Dora had autism. Why she and

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A Nightmare