Meanwhile, in the Quinn Mansion's underground prison, Charlotte was lying on the bed, staring at the man standing before her with a look of repulse and contempt." Are you going to let me live in this shithole?
As she said this, she started munching on some almonds in a bowl next to her and gave the man a once over. "Sirius-oh, wait, you're called Quentin now.
"I thought that as the master of the Quinn family, you'd have plenty of power and influence over people, but it seems that I overestimated you."
She tossed a few nuts against the man and added, "I haven't lived in such a shitty place for more than ten years now, ever since I was taken from the orphanage by Jim. How can you treat your own daughter like this?"
Quentin narrowed his eyes when he heard this.
He shot Charlotte a murderous glare and said coldly, "What the fuck do you want? Do you expect me to bring you home and declare that you’re my daughter?
"You’re a fucking murderer, Charlotte, a fugitive now! Even though the condition here isn't good, it's probably the safest place you can ever be, so what the fuck do you want?"
He could not help sneering as he added," The only thing you told me was to send people to rescue you if you didn't come out by the stipulated time, but you never told me you'd kill someone."
Charlotte scoffed, shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed, and stared lazily at Quentin. "Has Roanne died? She was still alive when they brought her away, so technically, I didn't kill her."
Quentin snickered. "I heard news from the hospital that she died half an hour ago, in Theo Allen’s arms."
Charlotte was so stunned by this that she took a while to regain her composure.
Soon after, she spoke, remarking, "I can't believe she did this for a man, so she ended up dying in his arms, after all, like she wanted.
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