Melody Thorne walked over, and the man just happened to look up.
"Uncle Quinn!" Melody Thorne exclaimed in shock.
How could it be Quinn's father? She recognized him from photos, though he looked much older now, his features were unmistakably the same.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and when he saw the man coming in, his weathered face was filled with a complex, indescribable expression.
"I am the wife of Jared Quinn, Melody Thorne…"
"Enough with the nonsense," Jared Quinn grabbed her and pushed her behind him, his boot crushing the chain on the floor, "How is it? Have you been well here these years? You have someone serving your meals, might it even surpass your glorious days?"
"Jared Quinn, he's your father," Melody Thorne screamed, the truth was just too hard to believe.
