Chapter 685: No Humanity
The hospital room fell silent. No one answered Fiona Linton’s question.
Fiona Linton’s face was full of confusion. She glanced around the room before finally looking at Chloe Reed and asking, "Chloe, what on earth happened?"
Chloe Reed pursed her lips, picked up her phone, and typed, "Iris Yates is his wife."
"Holy shit!"
Hearing this, Fiona Linton let out another gasp of shock.
Her face was etched with disbelief. "This is insane! I knew that madman William Quinn would do something even crazier eventually, but I never expected him to actually steal another man’s wife."
Dylan Finch couldn’t resist asking, "Doctor Linton, you seem to know Mr. Quinn very well?"
Fiona Linton replied with a disgusted expression, "I heard about him from my parents, and I’ve met him a couple of times myself. I keep my distance from people like him."
She rubbed her chin and continued, "But I’ve never seen him with any woman, nor have I heard about him having one. I did, however, hear a rumor that a woman tried to get into his bed, and he had her stripped naked and thrown into the slums..."
As she spoke, her expression changed, her features twisting with visceral disgust for William Quinn.
"Someone like that is utterly vicious, cruel, and insane—he’s practically inhuman." Fiona Linton looked at Chloe Reed and said softly, "With that Iris Yates in his clutches... I can’t even imagine what she must be enduring..."
Chloe Reed’s face turned even paler.
"You can shut up now," Walker Grant said coldly.
Fiona Linton pursed her lips. "I’m just stating facts. Why can’t I say it?"
But the hospital room fell silent once more.
Chloe Reed turned and walked straight out of the room.
Seeing this, Fiona Linton asked in confusion, "Chloe, where are you going?"
Chloe Reed typed on her phone, "I’m going out for a walk. Don’t follow me."
Fiona Linton froze, not daring to follow.
Dylan Finch’s gaze was complicated as he looked toward Walker Grant. The man’s handsome face was half-obscured by white gauze, making his thoughts at that moment even harder to guess.
...
「On the other side of the ocean.」
A sea breeze drifted by. Inside the castle, everything was in perfect order.
In an exquisitely decorated room, Iris Yates lay naked on the bed. A solid gold bracelet adorned her wrist, its outer ring inlaid with dazzlingly brilliant diamonds.
When she opened her eyes, she met a pair of enchanting blue eyes. Seeing that she was awake, their owner immediately broke into an angelic smile.
"Baby, you’re awake? Are you hungry? I went and learned how to cook Chinese food just for you—all your favorite dishes. Won’t you have a taste?"
Upon seeing him, Iris Yates began to tremble, and her face turned pale. Her body ached with exhaustion, so weak she could barely lift a finger.
"You... You’re a bastard..."
Her voice was hoarse.
William Quinn leaned over tenderly, kissing the corner of her lips. He murmured in a low, deep voice, "My poor baby. Your throat is all hoarse from screaming, and you can barely even close your legs. It truly breaks my heart."
Iris Yates’s face alternated between flushed red and deathly pale. She turned her head away, refusing his touch.
Ever since the "message in a bottle" incident, the man had gone completely insane. He’d take any chance he got to force her onto the bed. She had tried to run, tried to struggle, and in response, he’d had this chain made, making it impossible for her to escape the bed.