Melody Thorne didn't say much as she walked out of the hospital room with Jared Quinn, casually taking the phone from his large hand.
She knew he wouldn't harm Titus Quinn, at most, he would have Harold and the others lock him up, but that wouldn't solve the root problem.
With Titus Quinn's sinister nature and psychological scars, locking him up wouldn't change his hostility towards Jared Quinn, and crucially, he couldn't be kept locked up for long.
"You surely know that Titus Quinn has always wanted to make you suffer, right?" Melody Thorne lifted her head, leaning against the glass window, her fingers playing with Jared Quinn's large hand.
Jared Quinn's gaze on her was somewhat solemn, as Titus Quinn always hid his true nature deeply, pretending in front of everyone, but Melody Thorne knew.
"What exactly do you know? Hmm?" Jared Quinn's rough thumb rubbed against her cheek.
