"Please, get me to the hospital first. They might be able to reattach my finger. After that, I''ll do whatever you need, as long as you give me one million and a half."


    Trading a finger for that money-quite the deal.


    He was a gambler, after all, and knew how to spot a winning trade.


    ra nced at Calix, who''s a skilled physician. Calix nodded and wheeled the man into the operating room.


    ra turned her attention to June, who was still sobbing, and sighed deeply. "June, years back, your husband stumbled upon the crime scene. The victim''s body had traces of his DNA, something only someone close could have nted. And remember, Quinn was living with you."


    nting DNA evidence was a surefire way to frame someone.


    Since Quinn was dead set on pinning it on him, any other evidence must have been wiped clean. Plus, Ashton didn''t have any powerful allies, leaving June to fight for him alone. Over the years, she''d been blocked at every turn, living a life harsher than a stray dog. They were an easy target, too defenseless to fight back.


    Suddenly, June''s cries turned into a gut-wrenching wail. Her husband, her son- both were paying the price for her once being soft-hearted enough to take Quinn in.


    "Quinn, Quinn!"


    Her anger was as raw as it was helpless.


    Her husband''s recent letter even contained his final wishes. He couldn''t hold on much longer. Why good people seemed to suffer the most? Why...


    Her sobs were so full of bitterness that anyone listening would feel a chill of despair.


    ra didn''t how to offerfort, and just sat there quietly, her dislike for Quinn growing stronger.


    She had assumed Quinn only dabbled in petty, nauseating schemes, but the depth of his maniptions was truly chilling.


    June cried for an hour, and by then, the sky outside had turnedpletely dark. She suddenly kneeled in front of ra.


    "Ms. ra, you''ve already done so much for me. I have one more request. Please, let me see my husband onest time."


    ra took in her frail figure and the worry lines etched on her face, sighing. "I''ll do my best. Wait for my call. Quinn probably has friends in the prison, and she could take advantage of the Warren family connections. Even if I can set up a meeting, I''ll need to pull some strings."


    Back in the day, Colton would do anything for Quinn, even arrange things in prison. Otherwise, how could Ashton be suffering so much behind bars?


    "Thank you, Ms. ra, really."


    Tonight had flipped June''s entire world upside down. After thanking ra, she forced herself to stand and slowly made her way back to her room.


    She couldn''t keep going; she desperately needed rest.


    ra waited until Dr. Calix had sessfully reattached the man''s finger before


    saying her goodbyes, mentioning she was heading home.


    As she was leaving, Dr. Calix offered a parting piece of advice, "You lost your memory. Don''t rush into making decisions."


    Her steps faltered, and she turned to look at him.


    His face held the same warm, grandfatherly smile. "ra, you''re like a granddaughter to me. I''d never steer you wrong."