chapter 85

“Release her for what? She might be old, but she's still a criminal. One who tried to see you alive.” Scott said, looking bewildered.

“As much as it disgusts me, I have something to finish up with her. I have to make it clear that I'm in no way responsible for her son's death. He died out of his guilt, irresponsibility, and lack of tolerance. She must be brought to me, so she can know what kind of man her son was.”

“So there's more to this?”

“More to this.”

“The center she and her daughter were taken to is quite far. It might take some hours for them to reach here. I suggest you eat a little and use your pills.” Scott said, pulling back the drapes.

“I should do that.” Quincy agreed. Scott left the room, and Quincy lay back in his sheets, taking a deep breath, thinking of the horror of the whole thing.

Upon seeing the chainsaw, it felt like the world falling in upon him. The pain he would endure would be more than getting smashed by the car press.

A chainsaw. Her son lost his legs