Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Quinn slowly opened her eyes to the sharp smell of disinfectant.
White ceiling, beeping monitors, and an IV needle in the back of her hand.
The stinging sensation reminded her she was still alive.
"You're awake?" A nurse was adjusting the IV drip. Seeing Quinn's open eyes, she pressed the call button. "Don't move. You've broken three ribs, your lungs are damaged, and you've been unconscious for six days."
Quinn didn't speak, just blinked gently to show she understood.
She should have realized it sooner. How could that kidnapping have been real? It was just another part of the experiment. And now that she had passed their test, they finally saw fit to let her receive proper medical treatment.
The door to the hospital room opened as Mr. and Mrs. Morrison entered with Richard.
Quinn instinctively tensed, but was taken aback by the unusual gentleness in their expressions.
"Quinn, dear." Mrs. Morrison sat by the bed, gently taking her hand. "Are you feeling better?"
This sudden display of care made Quinn's fingers tremble. In the past year, this was the first time Mrs. Morrison had willingly touched her.
"Much better," she answered hesitantly, her voice hoarse from lung damage.
"You've done rather well these past months," Mr. Morrison stood at the foot of the bed, wearing a satisfied smile. "We're quite pleased."
Even Richard nodded at her, an unusual gesture: "Indeed, you're stronger than we expected."
Quinn lowered her eyes, hiding the irony in them.
Of course, everything had been arranged.
Their current amiability was simply because the experiment was nearing its end.
"The doctor says you can leave the hospital after one more week of observation," Mrs. Morrison tucked the blanket around her, her face—usually filled with disgust—now radiating tenderness. "When you're discharged, we have a surprise for you."
"Yes," Mr. Morrison looked at Quinn with pride. "You'll be very happy then."
Quinn didn't argue, just nodded obediently: "I'm... looking forward to it."
Her response clearly pleased them even more.
Mrs. Morrison even patted the back of her hand gently: "Rest well. We'll visit again tomorrow."
Only after they left did Quinn release a long breath.
She turned to look at the bright sunlight outside the window, a cold smile tugging at her lips.
A surprise? Were they planning to tell her that all the abuse over the past year was "for her own good"? Or perhaps inform her that their carefully designed experiment in human nature had finally concluded successfully, and she had passed their test?
The nurse came in with a medication cart to change her dressings. Seeing Quinn awake, she made conversation: "Your family really cares about you. They visited every day while you were unconscious."
Quinn smiled without responding.
If the nurse knew how she'd gotten these injuries, she probably wouldn't say such things.
"Oh, by the way," the nurse suddenly remembered, pointing to a phone on the table. "Your phone kept ringing before you woke up today. I silenced it for you. Now that you're awake, you might want to check if there's anything important."
Quinn reached for the phone and saw several notification messages.
[Dear Quinn Morrison, we've verified your financial hardship application. Your airfare and tuition will be fully covered by our school. Registration details have been sent to your phone. Please note your flight time. Congratulations again on your admission.]
Her hand trembled slightly holding the phone. Only after the nurse left did intense joy finally surface in her eyes.
She could finally leave.
One week later, on the day of her discharge.
The three Morrisons arrived at the hospital early in the morning.
Mrs. Morrison carried a large bouquet of flowers, Mr. Morrison held a carefully prepared gift box, and even the typically cold Richard wore a rare smile.
"Quinn will be so happy to see these," Mrs. Morrison adjusted the flower wrapping. "She's finally going to learn the truth."
"She'll be moved to tears," Mr. Morrison said confidently. "After all, everything we did was for her benefit. She's such a sensible girl—she'll understand our good intentions."
Richard checked his watch: "If we go now, we'll arrive just as she finishes the discharge paperwork."
The three pushed open the hospital room door with anticipation, only to freeze simultaneously.
The bed was empty, the sheets as neat as if no one had ever occupied it.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Morrison anxiously pressed the call button. "Where's my daughter?"
The nurse hurried in at the sound of the bell, looking confused: "Miss Quinn? She completed the paperwork and left early this morning."
Meanwhile, Quinn sat on an international flight, watching the city's outline grow smaller through the window, her face showing no trace of nostalgia.
She looked down, taking an envelope from her bag containing her acceptance letter and a bank card.
That card held all the savings she had secretly accumulated over the past year.
She gently caressed the embossed school name on the acceptance letter, finally showing a genuine smile.
The plane broke through the cloud layer, sunlight streaming through the window onto her. The wounds that had not yet healed still ached dully, but her heart felt lighter than ever before.
"It's over now."
This wasn't a question, but an affirmation.
Those days of being treated as an experimental subject, those times of having her dignity trampled, those moments of being toyed with like an object—all of it was finally over.
From now on, she would live only for herself.