With that, Hunter let out an exhale and fixed his gaze o n Joshua. "If my guesses are correct, I'm probably going to be sentenced to death.
"Therefore, I no longer have anything to hold onto, so I want to tell you about some things that happened between the Landry and Lynch families a long time ago."
Joshua furrowed his brows. "You're a Quinn, and you weren't even born yet when all of that happened, so how would you know of all this?"
What happened between the Landry and Lynch families in the past had nothing to do with the Quinn family. On top of that, this had all happened many years ago, and not even Joshua had a clear picture of what happened, so how could Hunter possibly know?
"The truth is, I do know." Hunter let out an exhale and continued, "If my guesses are correct, a man named Quentin will appear by my grandmother's side in a few days, and this was the man that had helped Granny commit all her heinous crimes in the past."
He narrowed his eyes, staring at Joshua, but his gaze seemed to penetrate right through him to another distant place. "Quentin played a big role in the vengeance between the Landry and Lynch families."
With that, he asked the prison guard for a paper and pen and wrote down the address of a bank vault. "This is the vault where I keep all my valuables. There's not much money inside, but there is some important information inside that I was hoping to use to survive should I ever need to, but now...the Quinn family has given up on me, so I'm going to pass these on to you."
He handed the paper, on which he had written the password to the vault, to Joshua. "I hope it'll be of good use to you."
Joshua glanced at the paper through narrowed eyes." I'll keep it with me, and after you die, I'll make sure to visit your grave once in a while."
This was the last act of kindness he could show to someone like Hunter and nothing more.
Hunter guffawed when he heard this. "I can't believe that after living for so long, the last person that would want to visit my grave is you.
"None of my family members care about me at all, not a single one!"
Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he laughed.
Finally, visitation hours had come to an end, and a prison guard appeared to take a still laughing Hunter back to his cell.
"Oh, by the way, Joshua." Hunter had just taken a few steps when he suddenly turned around as though he had recalled something.
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