The Runaway Groom

Chapter 362

Irene narrowed her eyes and asked coolly. “What is it?”

Quincy was already a dead woman walking, and naturally did not mind that others heard whatever she was about to say.

Grinning, she said, “Yes, I was the one who had Isaac’s parents murdered, and if he had not offered evidence to the court and pulled strings behind the scenes, I wouldn’t have been sentenced to be executed, and so quickly at that. However, I don’t regret anything I’ve done, so why don’t you ask Isaac- even if he killed me, does that bring his parents back?”

“So that’s why he said you’re heinous.” Irene gave her a cool look. “You should have known that what goes around comes around.

Quincy snorted in disdain. “Yes, but you see–I’ve done so many terrible things to Isaac, and yet I’ve gotten off scot–free for years. Even if he did manage to kill me, he’s just a poor orphan! Poor boy… Haha!”

It was the first time Irene met someone as repulsive as Quincy, and her hands balled into fist as she glared at her. “Go to hell. Also, you may think it’s over when you’re dead, but have you forgotten about your son? He’s going to suffer now.”

No matter how cold Quincy could be, she was still a mother, and lan was the only thing that could hurt her!

hot on his heels? Do you think he could beat Isaac? We should thank you for making Isaac so wary… so cold and calculating. You merely honed him by hurting him–if you’d allowed him to grow up in a happy. fulfilling family, he might not be as strong and ruthless as he is now. On the other hand, you must’ve been pampering your son since he was a weaning

Irene could now knock her off her high horse because the same applied for

as well–Quincy’s cheek was twitching in the realization that everything that she had

she

Isaac will take good

put emphasis on ‘good care“, and

die, she wanted her son to

dropped to her

tell Isaac to spare lan, okay? They are

cousins,

lan. All she said was expressly to provoke Quincy, especially since she was acting so high–and–mighty even

screamed, “Go to hell! You, and

into a

one, because you keep yapping for Isaac! Mark my words: if he cold enough to expend Kathy York like a tool just to get me killed, he’ll