Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel 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.

Suddenly, June's cries turned into a gut-wrenching wail. Her husband, her son—both were paying the price for her once being soft-hearted enough to take Quinn in.

"Quinn, Quinn!"

Her anger was as raw as it was helpless.

Her husband's recent letter even contained his final wishes. He couldn't hold on much longer. Why good people seemed to suffer the most? Why...

Her sobs were so full of bitterness that anyone listening would feel a chill of despair.

Tonight had flipped June's entire world upside down. After thanking Clara, she forced herself to stand and slowly made her way back to her room.

She couldn't keep going; she desperately needed rest.

Clara waited until Dr. Calix had successfully reattached the man's finger before saying her goodbyes, mentioning she was heading home.

As she was leaving, Dr. Calix offered a parting piece of advice, "You lost your memory. Don't rush into making decisions."

Her steps faltered, and she turned to look at him.

His face held the same warm, grandfatherly smile. "Clara, you're like a granddaughter to me. I'd never steer you wrong."