"Of course it''s normal—she thinks I''m a controlling pervert, so she wants to stay far away from me.


    I guess I should just be grateful that she doesn''t want to kill me." Quinton looked up at the clouds and


    smiled bitterly.


    "Maybe she''s just biding her time waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver the final blow." Renee


    shook her head.


    "Quinton, stop.


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    Let''s just find Joanne and make it clear to her—" “I would happily sink into the ocean with her if it


    happens again." Quinton interrupted her, his gaze distant.


    Renee was scared by this sudden change in Quinton.


    She needed to find Joanne as soon as possible and clear up their misunderstanding, but Joanne had


    disappeared.


    Even the doctor had no idea where she went, so it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.


    "Quinton, buck up.


    We''lle up with something and find her." Renee started the car and turned on the GPS.


    "Do you know if Joanne has any friends in Beach City? Who''s the most likely person she''ll go to?" "She


    doesn''t know anyone." After a brief pause, Quinton continued calmly, "I killed her entire family, so the


    only person she knows is me." Renee was speechless for a moment.


    Although she had heard it from Joanne, she still had her doubts...


    until now.


    She didn''t know how to react to his statement.


    After enduring something like that, it was only natural that Joanne would want to take revenge on


    Quinton.


    If it had been Renee in her position, she would have done much worse.


    "But Quinton, that''s...


    very cruel.


    Joanne''s family was your foster family.


    Why did you kill them for no reason?" Renee chose her words carefully.


    "They deserved it.


    I killed them to protect Joanne." Quinton didn''t sound the least bit guilty as he spoke calmly.


    "Joanne would have died instead if I didn''t do it.


    No...


    Joanne would have suffered a fate worse than death if they got her instead." “Can you tell me the


    details?" Renee knew that Quinton was not ungrateful or a murderer.


    At least, he wouldn''t kill his foster parents even if he hated them.


    Something must have happened to force his hand.


    "There''s nothing to exin— they deserved to die, and I would do it again if I had to," Quinton said


    fiercely, clenching his fists as he recalled his painful past.


    “Take it easy.


    I...


    I''ll stop asking about it.


    Calm down." Seeing a glimpse of Quinton''s old self frightened Renee.


    "I should have drowned and died with her back then.


    As for the other things...


    I regret nothing." “Does that include you aborting your baby with her?" Renee blurted out, unable to


    stop herself from asking.