My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Kiki has sought death countless times in prison, and each time she did, it was as if she saw hope, as if she could leave all the filthy, bitter whirlwind and walk cleanly into another world.

This time, she saw that hope again and so, against all odds, she wanted to embrace the light.

Living was too painful, too desperate, only death could bring true relief.

"Kiki!" Quinn was horrified, and with the force of his hand, he grabbed Kiki's left hand. He was strong enough not to let her hit the wall, but his heart, however, was still beating wildly.

When he thought that if he had been a second later just now, Kiki would have died in front of him, he could not tell the panic.

"Kiki, no one is hitting you, don't worry, | won't hit you, | won't touch you! Kiki, come to your senses!" Quinn rubbed her hand, trying to help her relax, and it was then that he noticed the unusual nature of her left hand.

On her palm, there were criss-crossing wounds that should have just scabbed over not long ago, and in the struggle earlier, those wounds, which had split open again, oozed thick blood.

What shocked him most was not the wound on her palm, but her missing little finger.

He had seen her play the piano.

How could the hand that plays the piano and writes poetry be missing finger? How could she be missing finger and have such hideous and ugly scars? "Kiki, where's your pinky?! Tell me, how did you lose your pinky?! Where did your pinky go?!" As if Kiki had not heard his words, her eyes were empty and dead, and he could not find any focus in her eyes.

They were, obviously, on the same earth, close at hand, yet he felt that they were, invariably, separated in two worlds.

The world he was in was a colourful world, while the world she was in was a hell on earth where a thousand miles of ice and not a single blade of grass grew.

A world of colourful flowers, how nice! But Quinn found that he wanted to go with her to the hell where she was, to be near her soul, her heart.

Quinn's movements just now were so frantic that the clothes on Kiki's back had been torn to pieces.

Then the street light wasn't very bright and he could clearly see the scars that crisscrossed her back, terrifying.

Especially the scars that are deeply sunken near her waist are like taking a person from earth, to a walk through purgatory.

Staring dead on at the scars on her back, Quinn suddenly remembered what his two friends Jeremiah and Raphael had told him about her.

They say that she was not a cool, lonely woman, but in fact she was a woman of the highest calibre.

When she was not yet divorced from Christ, she cuckolded him, and after she was jailed, she even tried to hook up with men everywhere.

Because of the shelter of those men, she had a particularly good time in prison. When others were in prison, they suffered; when she was in prison, she enjoyed the benefits.

When Jeremiah and Raphael said these things, he was convinced of what they were saying.

But now, seeing the bruises on Kiki's body, he felt that all this, it seemed, was not the truth.

Quinn was not stupid, on the contrary, he was notoriously smart and wise, only that, once upon a time, he was blinded by the maze and could not see many things.

Now, looking at Kiki, who was like a soul imprisoned in hell in front of him, unable to struggle, suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

Kiki didn't go around hooking up with men.

She couldn't even fancy him, so how could she fancy those unscrupulous men! Kiki should not have had a good time in prison.

The bruises on her body, and even, her broken finger, could have come from her time in prison.

Kiki was no longer shaking or screaming uncontrollably, but her eyes were still not half-focused.

At this moment she looked like a walking corpse without a soul.

Quinn's grip on her wrist was harder, as if, if he let go just a little, she would dissipate forever, and he would no longer be able to grasp it.

With his other hand, he had a death grip on the shredded garment on her back, and even he didn't realise how much it hurt, the sound of his voice.

"Kiki, tell me! Who exactly chopped off your pinky finger?! Who left so many scars on your body?! Kiki, you tell me!" He couldn't get a half-hearted response from her.

Quinn, with his violent temper, would certainly not give up until he asked.

He put more force in his hand, "Kiki, speak to me!" Before Quinn could ask a clear question, Christ's fist had already smashed fiercely into his face.

"Quinn, how dare you touch Kiki?!" Before Quinn could even react, his face, which was known for its handsomeness, received another punch from him.

No wonder Christ misunderstood, from his direction, Quinn so much as grabbed the shredded clothes on her back, like he was pulling them off her body.

"Christ, you're sick, aren't you?!" Having inexplicably received two punches, even if the force was not as good as that of Christ, Quinn could not tolerate it.

He raised his fist and unceremoniously attacked at Christ, but, upon seeing Kiki, who still closed herself off in a separate world, he was in absolutely no mood to continue the fight.

He withdrew his hand in frustration, "Christ, what the hell is going on with the injury on Kiki's back?! How come she's missing a pinky finger?!" Christ's eyes ached as he placed his own jacket over Kiki's back, covering her exposed skin tightly, "Quinn, it's none of your business!" After saying that, he carefully picked Kiki up in his arms and walked quickly towards the outside of the alley.

The wound on her palm had split open again and he had to get back to her quickly to treat it.

"Christ, put down Kiki! | forbid you to carry her away!" Quinn stepped forward and tried to snatch Kiki back from Christ's arms. Although she despised him, he couldn't see her go to another man either.

"Quinn, why are you forbidding me to carry Kiki away? By virtue of the fact that you have somehow gone mad and tired to rape her time and put her against her will? Quinn, you have no right to treat her like that!" "Heh!" Quinn laughed coldly, "Christ, then what qualifications do you have to hold her?! Don't forget that you were the one who treated her with the least amount of disdain in the first place!" The tips of Christ's fingers trembled slightly. At that time, Kiki really loved him with ardour and joy, but what about him? The only thing he had done was to trample on her heart.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Christ, you and Penny are about to get married! As Penny's fiance, what qualifications do you have to touch Kiki!" "Christ, | am more qualified than you to stand by her side! At the very least, I'm single, and | don't have a dainty fiancée! Give Kiki back to me!"