Chapter 129
Chapter 129
‘My dad isn’t really my dad!‘ Quinton was somewhat stunned by this thought.
In his heart, he didn’t want an alcoholic, gambling–addicted father.
When he was scared of being beaten and starving, he daydreamed of being the son of a rich man. But now, faced with the reality, he felt complicated.
‘Did Dad treat Mom that way because of my real dad?‘ he wondered.
Quinlyn, not getting his thoughts, went on, “I used to think your mom looked like Yolanda and guessed they were relatives. Now it seems they’re not.”
Quinton’s mind vaguely pictured Yolanda’s face, but only her hideous expressions and vicious eyes showed, with nothing resembling his mom.
“Though I wish Mom had family, if it’s someone like that, I’d rather not.”
“Yeah, it’s just a guess.” Quinlyn didn’t press on, as there were still many puzzles,
like why Yolanda targeted Quinton,
who Quinton’s real father was,
and why Janet married that alcoholic.
Everything needed to be verified.
At night, while using the restroom at a rest stop, Quinlyn turned on her phone to check Larry’s messages.
For convenience, her messages were now only sent to one person.
Larry had sent people and roughly located them.
The task force was also speeding up preparations, even borrowing manpower from the 901 Military Base.
If they really went to the borderlands, a fire–fight would likely break out.
The enemy wouldn’t be few.
Yolanda’s background was also uncovered.
Ten years ago, she went from an orphan to the Lynch family’s heiress, but later became a foster daughter when the parent- child test didn’t match.
Though she was not favored, the Lynch family was powerful. The top sponsor of this variety show was the Lynch family, aiming to help Yolanda improve her image.
“Ten years ago…” Quinlyn, looking at the information, felt there was more to the brief words, so she asked Larry for photos of the Lynch family.
Such data was hard to find, and Stanley needed time.
[Well, keep an eye on Yolanda and send people to protect Mrs. Suarez.]
Quinlyn sent the text, flushed the toilet, and walked out.
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Upon exiting the restroom, she saw Quinton being held by the ill–tempered Tobias.
“Boy, can’t you understand? I said no, so shut your mouth,” Tobias said.
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Quinton, choked by his collar, turned red and struggled to breathe, yet persisted, “My mom is sick… She’s waiting for me. If I don’t call, she’ll get worse…”
“Think I won’t make you sick?” Tobias dragged him into the restroom, pressed his head into the sink, and turned on the tap.
Water gushed out.
It quickly soaked Quinton’s neck and nose, submerging his face. He couldn’t hold his breath and bubbles came out. His hands flailed. \hands
“Still talking back? Still got guts?” Tobias laughed.
“Let him go,” Quinlyn said.
Tobias, with a cigarette in his mouth, turned to see Quinlyn at the door, a porcelain shard pressed to her own face.
“Let him go or I’ll scar my face,” she said.
Tobias was stunned. “Damn! Are you threatening me?”
He didn’t believe this delicate kid would do it.
But the next second, Quinlyn’s shard cut her skin, drawing a thin line of blood.
“Shit! Tobias, what are you doing? Let him go. If this girl’s face is ruined, how can we sell her?” another man came over, furious.
Tobias, neck stiff, didn’t want to let go. But when he met Quinlyn’s eyes, he instantly backed down.
‘Damn, this kid’s serious,’ he thought.
When Quinton was finally released, he vomited for a while to get the water out.
Quinlyn took a towel from the car and wiped him down. When alone, she said, “Don’t worry. Mrs. Suarez is being taken care of. Anything you want to tell her, I’ll pass on with my phone.”
Quinton, having just cheated death, still had red eyes. Hearing this, he looked at her in surprise. When he saw the wound, he had a hunch.
“Quinlyn, are you… ” he wondered if she had a motive for following them.
Everyone said Quinlyn was tough, rescuing people from mountain bandits. He’d seen her handle his dad efficiently.
So just now, she could have fought directly to save him instead of resorting to self–harm.
But footsteps soon echoed outside. Quinlyn squeezed Quinton’s hand, cutting off the conversation, and quickly pulled him
out.
A man checked her face at the restroom door and frowned. “Luckily, the wound is shallow. You’ve got quite a temper. We might have to tie you up for safety on the road.”
He seemed easygoing but was actually more calculating than Tobias.
Back in the car, Quinlyn’s wrists were bound tightly with two circles of rope.
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Harriet, slumped in the backseat, looking listless except when eating or sleeping, actually smirked at the sight of Quinlyn, bleeding and tied up, as if relishing her misfortune.
Quinlyn was silent all evening, leaning on Quinton’s shoulder, appearing deeply shocked and completely subdued.
But secretly, she kept writing on Quinton’s palm, explaining the situation.
[So, it’s my fault. I wanted to investigate the criminals and dragged you into it. I’m sorry.]
Otherwise, Quinlyn could have freed Quinton from the bandits at the foot of the mountain.
[At the next stop, I’ll find a chance to let you go,] she kept writing.
Realizing he was involved in a big case, Quinton felt a thrill of excitement.
[No need to say sorry. You’re saving the world, more people. If I can, I want to fight with you!] Quinton wrote.
At his age, Quinton clearly wanted to be a superhero rather than just fear danger.
But heroism isn’t that simple, and Quinlyn didn’t agree.
[Don’t confront them yet. We don’t know how long the journey will be, so we can’t afford to fall ill,] she wrote.
On such a journey, going to the hospital was impossible.
If one got sick on the road, it would be a dead end.
Hailey from the Anderson family died that way.
Quinton nodded heavily, finally understanding why Quinlyn had dried his clothes and hair so carefully in the restroom.
Unfortunately, the next morning, Quinlyn, half–asleep, felt a scorching heat by her neck.
She jolted awake, touched Quinton’s forehead, and found him burning with fever.
He had already passed out on her.
Quinlyn immediately woke Bill, the man next to her. “My brother’s ill. He needs a hospital.”
Bill, opening his eyes, also saw Quinton’s flushed face. He clicked his tongue. “Too fragile. No hospital. We’ll get medicine from a drugstore later.”
Quinlyn pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
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