If anything gets hurt, wouldn't Jared be useless!
Melody Thorne looked at the dark screen ahead, hesitating whether to call Mrs. Quinn along, perhaps she could help resolve the rift between these two.
She waited until one in the morning for Jared Quinn's return flight,
while Melody Thorne and Leon Rivers remained hidden in the shadows, surrounded by secluded graves and barren hills.
"You're here," Titus Quinn discarded the mask he had been wearing, holding a gun, beside him was a hospital bed, the person on it was breathing weakly.
The gun in his hand rotated continuously, occasionally aiming at Old Mr. Quinn's forehead, with no regard for family ties at all, "I have waited a long time."
If it weren't for his repeated yet failed attempts to overturn the situation, he wouldn't use Old Mr. Quinn to threaten Jared Quinn.
But all of this is something Jared Quinn needs to repay! He has to repay him.
