NovelFameChapter 208
"Please, getto the hospital first. They might be able to reattach my finger. After that, I'll do whatever you
need, as long as you giveone 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 crscene. 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 frsomeone.
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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.
Clara didn't how to offer comfort, and just sat there quietly, her dislike for Quinn growing stronger.
She had assumed Quinn only dabbled in petty, nauseating schemes, but the depth of his manipulations was truly
chilling.
June cried for an hour, and by then, the sky outside had turned completely dark. She suddenly kneeled in front of
Clara.
"Ms. Clara, you've already done so much for me. | have one more request. Please, letsee my husband one
last time."
Clara took in her frail figure and the worry lines etched on her face, sighing. "I'll do my best. Wait for my call.
Quinn probably has friends in the prison, and she could take advantage of the Warren family connections. Even if
| can set up a meeting, I'll need to pull sstrings."
Back in the day, Colton would do anything for Quinn, even arrange things in prison. Otherwise, how could Ashton
be suffering so much behind bars?
"Thank you, Ms. Clara, really."
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 swarm, grandfatherly smile. "Clara, you're like a granddaughter to me. I'd never steer you
wrong."
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