Chapter III 

Chapter 111 

On the sola, Quinlyn curled up, feeling a bit sleepy with her hair still half–dry. Upon hearing the conversation, she slightly opened her eyes and drowsily said, “Tomorrow I’m going to the company to pick up the goods with John.” 

“Alright, get some rest, Bennett replied, signaling for everyone to tidy up and leave. They all quietly slipped out of the room, trying to disturb Quinlyn as little as possible. 

Larry glanced back at the task force, his expression distant. 

Stanley followed them out. As soon as the door closed, he turned around and shoved Donny against the wall. 

“What was that look you gave Quinlyn? Don’t forget she’s here to uncover the truth about your sister’s death. And the rest of you–if any of you dare look at her with judgment again, I’ll deal with you myself, Stanley warned. 

He was keeping his emotions in check, but anger was evident in his eyes. From the moment he walked in, he had been suppressing it, only letting it out now to avoid upsetting Quinlyn 

Yet, he could still sense her feelings. While she was washing her hands, she looked nervous–afraid he might notice how scared she was that he would find her dislikable. 

For the first time, Bennett didn’t step in. Instead, he leaned against the wall and said in a slightly cold tone, “Stanley’s not wrong. If you can’t fully trust Quinlyn, I suggest we cancel the plan and have her quietly head back tomorrow.” 

“You can’t just take advantage of someone and then complain later,” he sneered, making everyone too ashamed to lift their heads. 

“Donny and everyone were just too shocked. Ella said, trying to ease the tension. 

Bennett thought of his past self and chuckled bitterly. “I had my doubts too at first. But Quinlyn has risked her life to keep us safe during the mall robbery, the drug bust, and the artifact theft. 

“Yesterday, when Donny yelled at her, it was the first time I saw her cry. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about the damn human traffickers, but about how terrible I was. 

“Quinlyn’s only ten. Two years ago, five years ago, she was just a kid, an orphan in the borderlands. What could she possibly do? 

*Donny, when Quinlyn left yesterday, she secretly took the picture of your sister from the records. I saw her place it gently 

in her wallet. 

That wallet held everything Quinlyn needed to survive. It was her most treasured possession. And Nancy’s photo inside spoke volumes without a word. 

Stanley finally couldn’t take it anymore. He delivered a solid punch to Donny’s face, knocking him to the ground. “How dare you yell at her and make her cry!” 

Stanley charged forward to strike again, but Bennett stepped in, blocking him–any further and it would be considered assaulting an officer. 

“Alright, I’ll say this one last time. I have absolute trust in Quinlyn, Bennett stated calmly, glancing around at everyone the room. “She values life more than of you.” 

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Eventually. Stanley was persuaded to leave, and the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Donny alone in the hallway. He stood there in a daze for a while before glancing back at the room’s door, his feelings for Quinlyn tangled and complex 

Nancy had died in the borderlands, where the villagers acted as lookouts and collaborated in crime. It was hard for him to feel warmth toward Quinlyn, who shared that same background. 

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Today, Quinlyn had stabbed the driver without blinking, as if it was something she had done many times before. Her cold determination reminded him of Nancy’s tragic death and the torment Nancy had endured in that village. 

But Bennett was right. Five years ago, Quinlyn had been just five years old–too young to understand the complexities of life and death. Even though she had witnessed it all, what could she have done? 

I was just misdirecting my anger, taking it out on a child, Donny thought. In frustration, he gave himself a hard slap across 

the face. 

Early the next morning, John sent a woman over. 

“Quinn, John has invited you for lunch at the office,” the new driver said respectfully. Yesterday’s incident had left a lasting impression on the staff. 

“Okay.” Quinlyn nodded sleepily, hardly responsive. 

After the driver left, she finally woke up a bit and looked at the woman standing in front of her. The woman appeared to be in her forties and visibly anxious. “What’s your name?” 

“M–My name’s Linda Bentley,” Linda stuttered, her voice trembling 

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Quinlyn hesitated for a moment but then reached out and took her hand. “Don’t be scared. From now on, you’re my mom.” 

The word “Mom” slipped softly from Quinlyn’s lips. Linda barely caught it but nodded anxiously. Then Quinlyn guided her to the dining room to have something. 

At the table, Bennett and Donny watched as Linda devoured her food. They hesitated to ask questions, deterred by Quinlyn’s blank expression. 

Ever since Quinlyn had arrived in Yocriton, her demeanor had changed drastically. She had become unapproachable, mysterious, and even a bit dangerous. 

After breakfast, Quinlyn noticed that Linda’s shoes were worn out and decided to take her to the mall to buy some new 

shoes. 

nervously. 

“1-1 can’t wear such nice shoes; they’re way too expensive, Linda protested, eyeing the price tags Quinlyn noticed Linda’s eyes darting over to the next store, so she glanced too and saw that it was a children’s clothing store. 

Bennett stepped in 

Linda seemed to have never eaten there before, and she was completely lost when ordering. In the end, to help her choose a meal. 

While they were waiting for the food, Quinlyn went to the restroom and used her headset to contact Stanley. “Linda Bentley -that’s the right name. She’s 36 years old and borrowed over 600 thousand from John to pay for her daughter’s medical 

treatment. 

“Her daughter is six and has cancer. Her husband didn’t want to pay for treatment, calling it a waste of money. So, Linda divorced and left with just her daughter. She’d even sold her own blood, and eventually found the website.” 

Who would have thought they’d run into such an incredibly rare, unfortunate soul? 

“She really got stuck with a raw deal because she didn’t have much education. If she had started a small online fundraiser, things might not have ended like this, Stanley added with a sigh. 

Quinlyn had noticed the mud on Linda’s shoes and knew she’d had a rough journey from such a poor and backward place. Her decision to bring her daughter out without hesitation was the best wisdom she could offer. 

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After leaving the restrooms, Quinlyn noticed that it was getting late. She walked to the table and quietly watched Linda savor every bite of an egg tart. 

It might have been the first time Linda had tasted something so sweet, even her worried eyes softened with each bite 

“I have something to do later. You don’t have to come with me, Quinlyn said after Linda finished eating. She handed Linda a card from her pocket. “You can go shopping, have fun, and then head back to the hotel. 

Linda looked at her in disbelief, but before Linda could respond, she stood up and walked away decisively. 

Linda paused for a moment, then quickly slipped the bank card into her pocket. She crammed her half–eaten burger into a bag and headed straight for the children’s clothing store she had just seen. 

She bought a princess dress that would be perfect for a six–year–old girl, imagining how adorable and pretty her daughter 

would look in it. 

At checkout, Linda was on edge. Only when she heard the payment go through did she let out a huge sigh of relief. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a small dress on a nearby rack. Suddenly, she thought of Quinlyn’s back–that dress would be perfect for Quinlyn..