Chapter 53 Why Do You Favor Her?
Once Quinn had calmed down, Zayden told her the news he had just received.
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“The Fairchilds know about Grandpa’s condition. They’re running around in a panic, trying to get Olive out before he wakes up and send her abroad so she can avoid going to prison.”
“I won’t let her escape.” Quinn’s eyes were sharp and her voice firm, as if the person who had been holding her hand and crying moments ago wasn’t her.
Now that the evidence was solid, no matter how powerful the Fairchilds were, they couldn’t twist the truth
anymore.
“Tomorrow?”
Quinn said with absolute certainty, “She must be brought to court and publicly sentenced.
As soon as she finished, Zayden tried to persuade her. “Tomorrow isn’t the right time.”
“Are you trying to save her too?”
Quinn snapped back coldly, sarcasm laced in her tone. “Makes sense–technically, she is your fiancée. No wonder you’d want to protect her.”
Seeing how aggressive she looked, Zayden rubbed his nose with regret. He shouldn’t have said anything while Quinn was still angry.
Zayden’s silence helped Quinn cool down a little. “Why not tomorrow?”
“Even if the evidence is conclusive, if we want to win without a doubt, the best way is for the victim to testify. If Grandpa speaks by himself, the chances are even higher. He could crush all her chances of escape. But just look at his condition right now.”
The two of them had been talking with their backs to the bed.
As soon as Zayden said this, they both turned around at the same time.
They were startled to see Norman awake, half–sitting up in bed, smiling as he watched them.
Quinn quickly turned around and grabbed his hand, her eyes red. “Grandpa, you’re finally awake. How do you feel?”
Norman gently patted her hand but looked at Zayden as he spoke.
“It’s rare to see the two of you talking like this. Go on, keep chatting. Don’t mind me.”
Three black lines seemed to appear on Quinn’s forehead. She sniffled and said, “Grandpa, I’m not chatting with him. We’re talking about something serious.”
“Don’t worry. I can hold on through tomorrow’s trial. Earlier I was just mad, that’s all.”
Quinn still didn’t feel at ease, but Norman insisted. In the end, she gave in and agreed.
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It had been Quinn who came to him three years ago asking to break it off. Not long after that, everything happened.
Norman didn’t know what Quinn had suffered in prison, nor how she and Zayden had gotten along since.
Seeing them talk today, he thought maybe what happened three years ago was just a spat between two young lovers.
Even though Norman spoke quictly, Zayden still heard it. His expression changed at once.
“Grandpa, you just woke up. You should focus on resting. No need to worry about me,” Quinn said, dodging the topic.
Only then did Zayden feel a little relieved, but the way he looked at Quinn was filled with deep affection and helplessness.
The morning of the trial dawned under heavy clouds, as though the sky shared in the gravity of the day.
Olive stood trial for attempted murder. The evidence was irrefutable, and with Norman himself testifying, Olive had no way to defend herself.
“Olive, why did you do it?”
Cuffed at the wrists, Olive slowly raised her head. Her hair was a mess, dark circles under her eyes, and the bloodshot stare she gave Quinn was filled with hatred.
She said with a laugh, “Why? Because you were biased! I was the one who grew up with Zayden, but in the end, it was Quinn who got engaged to him. So what if she’s the biological daughter? She’s just a nobody from an orphanage–why do you favor her so much?”
Norman’s stern voice echoed through the courtroom. “Delusional! Quinn never stole anything from you. You’re the one who couldn’t let go!”
“I’m the real lady of the Fairchild family! In every way, I’m better than her. Why not me?”
Sitting beside Norman, Quinn calmly asked, “But didn’t you get the Fairchilds‘ full love and protection?”
Quinn’s gaze passed Olive and landed on Betty, who stood not far away with tears in her eyes, heartbroken and helpless.
Olive couldn’t see the pain in Betty’s eyes. All she could see was Quinn.
When Quinn had first come back, she wore faded jeans and a washed–out shirt. Her hair was all, her skin pale. Compared to Olive, who was refined down to the last hair, they were worlds apart.
But at the moment, Quinn wore a sharp gray pantsuit, her hair tied neatly behind her. When she spoke, it was like the whole room was drawn to her presence.
Olive, on the other hand, looked pathetic–messy and defeated.
She couldn’t stand this version of herself. She had fought and fought, but in the end, she had gained
