Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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Quinn felt somewhat dazed as she stepped into the prison visiting room.
The once-glamorous couple now wore matching prison uniforms. Mrs. Morrison's carefully manicured hands had grown rough, and Mr. Morrison's once-straight back was now slightly hunched.
"You ungrateful child!" Mr. Morrison leapt to his feet, the handcuffs on his wrists making a sharp sound. "We gave you life, we did so much for you, and this is how you repay us?"
"How could you join with the Lewis family to do this to us? We are your real family!" Mrs. Morrison's face darkened with rage, her eyes once again filled with hatred. "We've explained so many times that we only wanted to make you more excellent. Why can't you understand our good intentions?"
"According to Criminal Law Article 261," Quinn's voice was as calm as if she were stating an inconsequential fact, "abandonment under particularly serious circumstances is punishable by imprisonment of five years or more."
Mr. Morrison's face instantly turned ashen. "What abandonment? We did it for your own good! If it weren't for—"
"I actually know," Quinn scoffed, interrupting him. "You'll never believe you did anything wrong."
A brief silence fell over the visiting room.
Quinn's gaze swept over their haggard faces, and she suddenly realized she had achieved the purpose of her visit.
She simply wanted to see with her own eyes what fate awaited those who had once pushed her into the abyss.
Mrs. Morrison's tears suddenly fell, and after her anger came desperate pleading: "Daughter... Mother knows she was wrong... Won't you ask the Lewis family to drop the charges? Please don't blow this out of proportion. Mother promises to cherish you from now on. After all, we're family..."
"There is no 'from now on,'" Quinn stood up, smoothing the edges of her clothing. "This will likely be the last time I visit you."
"You can't do this!" Mrs. Morrison frantically beat against the glass, screaming hysterically. "I'm your mother! I carried you for ten months!"
The prison guards immediately moved forward to restrain the out-of-control Mrs. Morrison. Mr. Morrison suddenly fell to his knees, crawling toward the glass: "Father begs you... for the sake of the life we gave you... you're destroying us, destroying the Morrison family..."
Quinn walked away without a moment's hesitation. The crying behind her gradually turned to heart-wrenching pleas before being completely cut off by the heavy iron door.
Sunlight streamed through the high windows at the end of the corridor. She squinted, recalling how many years ago when her foster parents locked her in the basement, she could only glimpse a sliver of light through the cracks.
Two years later, in a church in British.
Quinn wore a simple white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of lily of the valley. Beside her stood Nox in a white suit, tenderly placing a wedding ring on her finger.
"Quinn..." his voice trembled slightly, his eyes reddening with emotion. "I solemnly vow before God to take you as my wife. From this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part."
Quinn looked at the man who had given her new life and suddenly threw herself into his arms.
At the back of the church, several colleagues from the psychological treatment center applauded, including the therapist who had diagnosed her years ago.
Quinn had since become a special advisor to the center, dedicated to helping victims of domestic violence.
As the wedding reception ended, Nox received a message from the States.
After a moment's hesitation, he handed it to Quinn.
On the screen was a photo of Richard carrying bricks at a construction site, his work clothes too dirty to discern their original color.
The accompanying message read: [He has refused all assistance, insisting on repaying his debts himself]
Quinn glanced at it briefly before calmly locking the screen.
"Do you want to help him?" Nox asked softly.
Quinn shook her head and returned the phone to him. "Leave him be. And from now on, you don't need to tell me any news about them."
Outside, the setting sun painted the clouds gold and crimson. Nox gently embraced his wife, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"As you wish."
"Where would you like to go tomorrow?"
"Home," Quinn leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Our home."
In the distance, church bells rang as white doves soared across the blue sky. In this moment, the bloody past finally departed from her for good.
The once-glamorous couple now wore matching prison uniforms. Mrs. Morrison's carefully manicured hands had grown rough, and Mr. Morrison's once-straight back was now slightly hunched.
"You ungrateful child!" Mr. Morrison leapt to his feet, the handcuffs on his wrists making a sharp sound. "We gave you life, we did so much for you, and this is how you repay us?"
"How could you join with the Lewis family to do this to us? We are your real family!" Mrs. Morrison's face darkened with rage, her eyes once again filled with hatred. "We've explained so many times that we only wanted to make you more excellent. Why can't you understand our good intentions?"
"According to Criminal Law Article 261," Quinn's voice was as calm as if she were stating an inconsequential fact, "abandonment under particularly serious circumstances is punishable by imprisonment of five years or more."
Mr. Morrison's face instantly turned ashen. "What abandonment? We did it for your own good! If it weren't for—"
"I actually know," Quinn scoffed, interrupting him. "You'll never believe you did anything wrong."
A brief silence fell over the visiting room.
Quinn's gaze swept over their haggard faces, and she suddenly realized she had achieved the purpose of her visit.
She simply wanted to see with her own eyes what fate awaited those who had once pushed her into the abyss.
Mrs. Morrison's tears suddenly fell, and after her anger came desperate pleading: "Daughter... Mother knows she was wrong... Won't you ask the Lewis family to drop the charges? Please don't blow this out of proportion. Mother promises to cherish you from now on. After all, we're family..."
"There is no 'from now on,'" Quinn stood up, smoothing the edges of her clothing. "This will likely be the last time I visit you."
"You can't do this!" Mrs. Morrison frantically beat against the glass, screaming hysterically. "I'm your mother! I carried you for ten months!"
The prison guards immediately moved forward to restrain the out-of-control Mrs. Morrison. Mr. Morrison suddenly fell to his knees, crawling toward the glass: "Father begs you... for the sake of the life we gave you... you're destroying us, destroying the Morrison family..."
Quinn walked away without a moment's hesitation. The crying behind her gradually turned to heart-wrenching pleas before being completely cut off by the heavy iron door.
Sunlight streamed through the high windows at the end of the corridor. She squinted, recalling how many years ago when her foster parents locked her in the basement, she could only glimpse a sliver of light through the cracks.
Two years later, in a church in British.
Quinn wore a simple white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of lily of the valley. Beside her stood Nox in a white suit, tenderly placing a wedding ring on her finger.
"Quinn..." his voice trembled slightly, his eyes reddening with emotion. "I solemnly vow before God to take you as my wife. From this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part."
Quinn looked at the man who had given her new life and suddenly threw herself into his arms.
At the back of the church, several colleagues from the psychological treatment center applauded, including the therapist who had diagnosed her years ago.
Quinn had since become a special advisor to the center, dedicated to helping victims of domestic violence.
As the wedding reception ended, Nox received a message from the States.
After a moment's hesitation, he handed it to Quinn.
On the screen was a photo of Richard carrying bricks at a construction site, his work clothes too dirty to discern their original color.
The accompanying message read: [He has refused all assistance, insisting on repaying his debts himself]
Quinn glanced at it briefly before calmly locking the screen.
"Do you want to help him?" Nox asked softly.
Quinn shook her head and returned the phone to him. "Leave him be. And from now on, you don't need to tell me any news about them."
Outside, the setting sun painted the clouds gold and crimson. Nox gently embraced his wife, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"As you wish."
"Where would you like to go tomorrow?"
"Home," Quinn leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Our home."
In the distance, church bells rang as white doves soared across the blue sky. In this moment, the bloody past finally departed from her for good.
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