Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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The sharp smell of antiseptic stung Quinn's nostrils as she struggled to open her eyes. Blinding white filled her vision.
She tried to move her fingers, but it felt like every inch of her skin had been sliced open. The excruciating pain made her suck in a sharp breath.
"Awake?" A cold male voice came from beside the hospital bed.
Quinn slowly turned her head. Richard was looking down at her, not a trace of warmth in his eyes.
Madelyn leaned against him, her eyes red-rimmed, wearing the expression of someone who had suffered a terrible injustice.
"Richard, don't be like that... My sister just woke up, she must be in a lot of pain..." Madelyn gently admonished, but her fingers clutched his sleeve tightly, as if afraid he might soften.
"Pain?" Richard let out a cold laugh, his gaze cutting into Quinn like a knife. "Did she think about Madelyn's pain when she poisoned her?"
Quinn's throat was parched, her voice hoarse: "I didn't poison anyone..."
"Shut up!" Richard cut her off harshly, his eyes filled with disgust. "The evidence is conclusive. Are you still trying to deny it? You handed that champagne to Madelyn yourself—the hotel security cameras caught everything!"
Quinn closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the bitterness rising in her chest.
She hadn't even known it was Madelyn's birthday celebration. How could she possibly have tampered with the drink?
"I was just working at the hotel. How could I possibly have access to poison? Besides, I didn't even know—" Before she could finish explaining, Richard scoffed.
"Working? The Morrison heiress reduced to waiting tables?" His tone was mocking. "Quinn, do you feel we owe you something? Is that why you're deliberately embarrassing the family this way?"
Quinn's fingertips trembled. Her heart felt as if someone had physically carved a hole in it. She opened her mouth but couldn't form a single word.
Suddenly, the hospital room door burst open as a group of people rushed in, armed with rotten vegetables and rotten eggs, which they immediately began hurling at her!
"Wicked woman! Poisoning your own sister!"
"Ungrateful wretch! The Morrisons kindly took you back, and this is how you repay them!"
"No wonder you grew up elsewhere—you have no manners! Let us teach you a lesson!"
Quinn had no time to dodge. Rotting vegetables stuck to her face, foul-smelling egg yolk dripped down her hair. She instinctively curled into a ball, but the attackers wouldn't stop. Someone grabbed her arm and dragged her from the bed!
With a loud screech of furniture, she crashed heavily to the floor. Her freshly bandaged wounds tore open again, instantly soaking her hospital gown with blood.
The pain nearly blinded her, but the verbal abuse and kicks continued unabated.
"That's enough!" Madelyn suddenly spoke up, seemingly with a touch of compassion. "My sister is seriously injured. If this continues, something terrible might happen..."
Richard coldly glanced at Quinn's miserable form on the floor, his tone indifferent: "This is the karma she deserves. As long as she doesn't die, it's fine."
Madelyn bit her lip, appearing to want to say more, but ultimately just sighed softly.
As Richard turned away, she bent slightly toward Quinn, her lips curving into a smile as she silently mouthed words—
"You'll never beat me."
Quinn bit her lip hard, completely powerless to resist, forced to endure the blows raining down on her body.
Only when hospital staff rushed in did the angry mob finally disperse.
A nurse looked at Quinn—covered in filth, wounds reopened—then at Richard and Madelyn standing coldly by, and demanded: "Why didn't you stop them?"
Madelyn's eyes immediately welled with tears, her voice choked: "Please don't blame Richard... My sister poisoned me first. He was just too upset..."
Hearing this, the nurse's expression toward Quinn instantly changed from sympathy to contempt.
Richard put his arm around Madelyn's shoulders and said flatly: "Make sure you 'take good care' of her. Your compensation will be generous."
With that, he led Madelyn away without a backward glance.
As the door closed, Quinn finally collapsed, slumping to the floor.
The nurse glanced at her, sneered, and threw Quinn's bedding onto the floor before climbing onto the hospital bed herself.
"Sleep on the floor, princess. You're tough enough—you won't die."
Quinn didn't argue. She simply curled up silently in the corner. Seeing this, the nurse grew bolder, deliberately serving spoiled food, delaying bandage changes, and even pushing Quinn to the ground when she finally regained some strength.
Yet Quinn never fought back.
She simply counted the days silently, calculating how much more money she needed to save before she could leave this place.
She would never again hope for their love.
She tried to move her fingers, but it felt like every inch of her skin had been sliced open. The excruciating pain made her suck in a sharp breath.
"Awake?" A cold male voice came from beside the hospital bed.
Quinn slowly turned her head. Richard was looking down at her, not a trace of warmth in his eyes.
Madelyn leaned against him, her eyes red-rimmed, wearing the expression of someone who had suffered a terrible injustice.
"Richard, don't be like that... My sister just woke up, she must be in a lot of pain..." Madelyn gently admonished, but her fingers clutched his sleeve tightly, as if afraid he might soften.
"Pain?" Richard let out a cold laugh, his gaze cutting into Quinn like a knife. "Did she think about Madelyn's pain when she poisoned her?"
Quinn's throat was parched, her voice hoarse: "I didn't poison anyone..."
"Shut up!" Richard cut her off harshly, his eyes filled with disgust. "The evidence is conclusive. Are you still trying to deny it? You handed that champagne to Madelyn yourself—the hotel security cameras caught everything!"
Quinn closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the bitterness rising in her chest.
She hadn't even known it was Madelyn's birthday celebration. How could she possibly have tampered with the drink?
"I was just working at the hotel. How could I possibly have access to poison? Besides, I didn't even know—" Before she could finish explaining, Richard scoffed.
"Working? The Morrison heiress reduced to waiting tables?" His tone was mocking. "Quinn, do you feel we owe you something? Is that why you're deliberately embarrassing the family this way?"
Quinn's fingertips trembled. Her heart felt as if someone had physically carved a hole in it. She opened her mouth but couldn't form a single word.
Suddenly, the hospital room door burst open as a group of people rushed in, armed with rotten vegetables and rotten eggs, which they immediately began hurling at her!
"Wicked woman! Poisoning your own sister!"
"Ungrateful wretch! The Morrisons kindly took you back, and this is how you repay them!"
"No wonder you grew up elsewhere—you have no manners! Let us teach you a lesson!"
Quinn had no time to dodge. Rotting vegetables stuck to her face, foul-smelling egg yolk dripped down her hair. She instinctively curled into a ball, but the attackers wouldn't stop. Someone grabbed her arm and dragged her from the bed!
With a loud screech of furniture, she crashed heavily to the floor. Her freshly bandaged wounds tore open again, instantly soaking her hospital gown with blood.
The pain nearly blinded her, but the verbal abuse and kicks continued unabated.
"That's enough!" Madelyn suddenly spoke up, seemingly with a touch of compassion. "My sister is seriously injured. If this continues, something terrible might happen..."
Richard coldly glanced at Quinn's miserable form on the floor, his tone indifferent: "This is the karma she deserves. As long as she doesn't die, it's fine."
Madelyn bit her lip, appearing to want to say more, but ultimately just sighed softly.
As Richard turned away, she bent slightly toward Quinn, her lips curving into a smile as she silently mouthed words—
"You'll never beat me."
Quinn bit her lip hard, completely powerless to resist, forced to endure the blows raining down on her body.
Only when hospital staff rushed in did the angry mob finally disperse.
A nurse looked at Quinn—covered in filth, wounds reopened—then at Richard and Madelyn standing coldly by, and demanded: "Why didn't you stop them?"
Madelyn's eyes immediately welled with tears, her voice choked: "Please don't blame Richard... My sister poisoned me first. He was just too upset..."
Hearing this, the nurse's expression toward Quinn instantly changed from sympathy to contempt.
Richard put his arm around Madelyn's shoulders and said flatly: "Make sure you 'take good care' of her. Your compensation will be generous."
With that, he led Madelyn away without a backward glance.
As the door closed, Quinn finally collapsed, slumping to the floor.
The nurse glanced at her, sneered, and threw Quinn's bedding onto the floor before climbing onto the hospital bed herself.
"Sleep on the floor, princess. You're tough enough—you won't die."
Quinn didn't argue. She simply curled up silently in the corner. Seeing this, the nurse grew bolder, deliberately serving spoiled food, delaying bandage changes, and even pushing Quinn to the ground when she finally regained some strength.
Yet Quinn never fought back.
She simply counted the days silently, calculating how much more money she needed to save before she could leave this place.
She would never again hope for their love.
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