Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 282

Chapter 282

Naomi's eyes were wide with disbelief, almost like she couldn't trust her own ears.

"What did you just say? Your grandfather is also..."

"Yep, it's all me! After | got back to the Bradford family, Clara never actually bullied me. I just played the victim,

and you all bought it, hook, line, and sinker, hahaha! Who cares if you all wronged me? | cback to the

Bradford family for revenge, and now look at us, nobody's happy."

Naomi grabbed her by the collar, her voice trembling. "Why would you do this? Why? Your adoptive parents were

good to you, and yet you..."

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"Ha! Why? Because poverty eats away at you. No matter how nice they were, | craved wealth and the envy of

others. You don't know how awful it is to have a brother who's not all there. People whisper behind your back,

even speculate you're married to an idiot. | hated it so much. The whole world was against me, and | just wanted

payback!"

Naomi felt her knees buckle, collapsing to the floor, drowning in guilt. She realized it was her fault for being

fooled by Quinn's tears, always taking her side and never letting Clara explain.

The Bradford family was in shambles because of her mistakes.

In a burst of desperation, she sprang up and clutched Quinn's throat.

Quinn's face turned crimson, eyes wild with madness. "You gonna strangle me? Go ahead, kill your own

daughter. I'll make sure you feel guilty forever. You should've never had me!"

Listening to her daughter say such things, Naomi couldn't handle it anymore and fainted.

Clara stepped into the hospital room, motioning for the doctors to take Naomi away.

When Quinn saw Clara, she went berserk, struggling to get up despite her severe injuries.

Quinn started laughing again. "Clara, you think you've won? You haven't won anything, haha! Dylan doesn't truly

love you; you just remind him of someone he's lost. You're just a sorry stand-in, Clara. You haven't won, not at

all..."

As she spoke, the memory of Dylan's gaze from last night made her shiver and curl up, hugging her knees

tightly.

"Dylan is terrifying. He's a devil, a better actor than me. A devil..."

Seeing Quinn in such a manic state, Clara turned to the doctor.

"Please, transfer her to a psychiatric facility. I'll handle all the expenses." Upon hearing this, Quinn's head shot

up, kicking and thrashing on the bed.

"You haven't won. Once you see his true colors, you'll want to run. You'll be just like me, shaking at the thought,

Clara. Once you know who he really is, you'll want to run!"

She kept repeating those words, but to Clara, it was clear-Quinn had lost her mind.

Nothing she said mattered anymore.