Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 A Huge Disaster

Quentin strode in from outside, his face a mask of furious disbelief.

He'd been run ragged at social events the previous night and had just managed to spring his mother out of jail. Now, upon learning the reasons for her arrest, he couldn't believe his ears.

Five years ago, he'd been studying overseas, totally in the dark about any family upheaval.

Madeline murdered a man and buried his body in an orchard? And their mom was an accomplice?

No one had ever breathed a word of it to him.

He knew Madeline was a spoiled, reckless brat.

Because of Desmond, she had done many crazy things. He figured that was the worst of her antics, but now he was hit with the bombshell that she might've committed murder back when she was in high school.

"Come clean with me. Is that boy's story for real?"

With that, he made his way over to the hospital bed, his usually handsome features marred by exhaustion and barely-contained rage.

A heavy silence descended on the room.

Jane couldn't bring herself to look her son in the eye, while Madeline stared down at her lap, looking unusually submissive.

Seeing their reactions, Quentin quickly put two and two together.

"Oh my God..."

His vision swam for a moment. He took a long, ragged breath, and his sheer disbelief almost made him burst out laughing.

Madeline brushed it off with a nonchalant huff. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident! If he'd just done as I said, I wouldn't have—"

Quentin landed a stinging slap across her face.

"Murder! This is straight-up murder! Do you think this is some kind of joke? Your childish tantrums have caused enough headaches for this family!

"How many times have we bailed you out of trouble? And now you've dragged Mom into this? Accomplices get charged too! Do you want her to rot in jail with you?"

Tears streaming down her face, Madeline wailed, "Quentin, how could you hit me? You actually laid a hand on me!"

Quentin ground his teeth. "Right now, I could wring your neck!"

Jane rushed to comfort Madeline, saying, "Don't cry, sweetie, don't cry. He's just angry; he doesn't really mean it."

Then she said to Quentin, "Calm down! I checked with Officer Ashworth. If there's no body, there's no evidence. A missing person can't be declared dead. Nico's words are just one side of the story. Oliver will help us erase any recordings. Everything will be okay."

"You bribed the police?" Quentin felt a pang of unease.

Jane replied smugly, "Oh, please, Officer Ashworth was the one who helped back then. He's reliable. If Beatrice and that lunatic Nico create more trouble, I'll send them to prison myself!"

There was a sinister glint in Madeline's eyes.

"Do you know who paid Beatrice's bail?" Quentin's voice turned as cold as ice.

The two women exchanged puzzled looks.

But when they saw the dead-serious look on Quentin's face, a chill of dread hung in the air.

He shifted his gaze from his mother to his sister. "It was Damian. He even got to the police station before they did. You know where he went? Straight to the chief's office!"

Both Jane and Madeline went white as sheets.

"No way! That can't be true. He never pressed charges when Madeline stabbed him. He didn't help that bitch with the letter of forgiveness, but now he's all worked up? He clearly couldn't care less about that bitch," Jane said, panic written all over her face.

"Do you think that crafty old coot Damian would spill his beans? I told you a million times to stay away from Beatrice! Did you listen?"

Madeline, though rattled, tried to put on a brave face. "So, what if he showed up? He's just gonna save Beatrice. There's no body in the orchard. What can he do to me?"

Jane spoke up, "Yeah, exactly. No body, no problem."

"Then let me ask you this—where the hell did the body go?" Quentin demanded, staring them down.

The two women fell quiet, shaking their heads.

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