Chapter 281 You'll Never Know the Truth in This Lifetime!
Robert's voice was unusually hoarse, like he hadn't spoken in days.
Quinn started wailing, "Robert, they won't give me any medicine. My face hurts so much, it feels like it's rotting and oozing. Please, take me to a doctor. It's killing me."
Quinn didn't realize the burned part of her upper body had already rotted. A doctor would simply cut away the dead tissue.
Those areas would become pitted and full of holes. Her face was beyond help.
Not just beyond help, but a terrifying disfigurement.
Robert couldn't even bear to look at her.
"Is it killing you?" he asked.
Quinn nodded frantically. "Yes, it's killing me."
The wounds felt like thousands of ants crawling over them, both itchy and painful.
Sometimes, she wished she could knock herself out by hitting a wall.
But she couldn't bear to die. She had made a lot of money from Robert and hadn't enjoyed life yet. She couldn't die.
There was a clunk, like a knife hitting the ground.
Robert dropped a dagger on the floor and said calmly, "You have your option."
In an instant, Quinn felt like she had fallen into an ice cave.
Robert actually wanted to force her to end her own life! It was too cruel and vicious!
Quinn broke down and cried, "Robert, I saved you. Don't do this to me, or Karma's coming for you."
Robert stood up, looking down at her, and said, "I've done enough for you, but you never had enough and chose to cross me. You shouldn't have touched her."
His cold, fierce eyes showed disgust. "You and Henry should go to hell."
With that, Robert turned and left without hesitation.
He had come today to give Quinn the dagger, to let her commit suicide.
Quinn felt cold all over. Hearing Henry's name, she screamed, "Henry! Yes! Henry will definitely come to save me. Robert, do you think you can keep me locked up forever?"
"Henry?" Robert stopped, turned around, and laughed coldly, "This reminds me. Henry was attacked by wild dogs while taking a walk at night. They bit off his genitals. He was found the next day and died in the hospital from post-surgery infection."
Quinn convulsed, went limp, and collapsed to the ground.
Her face was full of fear. "Robert, it was you. You killed him, right?"
Robert laughed coldly, "You can ask him yourself."
The last hope to survive was gone. Quinn started laughing like a madwoman. "Robert, are you doing this to avenge that dead woman?"
"Have you forgotten who wanted to torture that woman from the start and who set traps to bankrupt the Koch family? I did some things to harm her, yes, but you were the mastermind behind it all. If you hadn't insisted on keeping her by your side under the guise of torturing her, would I have framed her? The one who wronged that woman the most is you and only you. I couldn't have done anything without your help," Quinn screamed like a madwoman.
He was clearly a participant, too, so why was he now acting like a righteous avenger and punishing her?
When it came to cruelty, filth, and tactics, who could beat Robert?
Quinn gritted her teeth. "Robert, you're the one who should go to hell."
Silence! An endless silence filled the air!
Robert's lips were tightly pressed, his gaunt cheeks pale.
Quinn's words felt like heavy stones on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
Robert thought his heart was numb from pain, but her words still pierced him.
After a long silence, Robert ordered the man in black beside him, "Cut out her tongue."
"Yes, sir!" The man in black approached.
Robert had lost it.
Quinn, drenched in sweat, felt a man prying her mouth open.
She shouted, "Robert, do you think this is all you owe her? Think about why she always said she never betrayed you!"
Robert turned, eyes fierce. "What do you know?"
The man in black paused.
A foul-smelling puddle formed by Quinn's leg; she had wet herself in fear.
Gasping for breath, Quinn said, "I won't tell you unless you let me go. Otherwise, you'll never know the truth!"
The basement echoed with her screams as an interrogation went on, but she refused to give in.
Quinn knew giving in meant death.
Without a guarantee of safety, she wouldn't speak.
Hours later, Robert emerged from the basement, eyes bloodshot, and ordered, "Torture her, but keep her alive until you find out what she means."
Days later, news came from the basement.
Quinn had used the excuse of revealing the truth to get a chance to escape.
After a futile search, Zack concluded Quinn was likely dead somewhere.
The truth would never be known.
In the pitch-black night, Robert's bedroom held a transparent crystal coffin.
Inside was a mummified body, blackened and missing a leg.
Robert felt no fear. He pressed his face against the coffin with sickly obsession. "Now, I never have to worry about you leaving me again."
As night deepened, Robert opened the coffin, lay beside it, and held it close.
He stroked the head with a few strands of hair left. "You only know I hate you, but the more I hate you, the more I love you."
The bed next to the coffin was spotless.
Only the housekeeper knew it hadn't been used for a long time.
She didn't know where Robert actually slept.
Every time she came, the long cabinet next to the bed was always locked with a huge box.
That was a forbidden area.
Robert's heart was heavy with grief, and he had been ill for a long time.
After recovering, he came to Leah's bedside.
Seeing Leah could now open her eyes, he said slowly, "I will take care of you for the rest of your life."
Five years later, at Northfield International Airport, a beautiful child stopped a handsome man and asked cutely, "Hello, have you seen my mom?"
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