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!

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

therefore unhappy, Irene could now knock her off her high horse because

intended effect as well–Quincy’s cheek was twitching in the realization that everything that she had done, including murdering Isaac’s parents, was merely

with rage, she growled, “You

impassive. “Rest in pieces. Isaac will take good care

put emphasis on ‘good care“, and Quincy

even if Quincy was going to die,

suddenly dropped to

to spare lan, okay? They

They’re cousins,

provoke Quincy, especially

screamed, “Go

into

must be 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 do the