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Chapter 2

The boy, Joseph Wilson, had finally settled his nerves, nibbling on a morsel of food, his demeanor a stark contrast to the other frightened children. His eyes darted toward the doorway, a shadow of worry lingering in their depths.

When the officer’s question pierced the air, his lips were poised to utter the words that someone had aided their escape.

But before he could voice his secret, a warm touch enveloped his hand. Joseph’s head turned, revealing a petite, willowy girl standing serenely beside him.

“You” he started, a blend of astonishment and joy flickering across his face, ready to reveal her as his helper. Yet, a subtle squeeze of his fingers served as a swift reminder that unveiling her identity could spell disaster.

“What’s the occasion here? Who does this child belong to?” The officer, clutching a registration form, peered at Quinlyn with bewilderment, her attire not hinting at a life of privilege.

Instinctively, Joseph stepped forward, shielding Quinlyn with his body and crafting a seamless alibi. “She’s the girl Mr. Anderson’s family recently discovered. Living in the countryside, she was unfortunately swept up in our abduction on her way back to the city.”

The officer’s gaze softened with a hint of sympathy, as if murmuring, “Misfortune indeed,” but he didn’t probe further.

Joseph claimed he’d wrestled free from his bonds and fled. The darkness and fear had blinded the others, rendering Quinlyn invisible. Thus, as he guided her back into the throng, suspicion remained a distant echo.

“Thank you,” Quinlyn murmured, drifting to a corner, her gratitude a quiet whisper.

Joseph handed her bread and milk, chuckling softly. The thanks are mine. Without you, our plight would be dire.”

His hubris had led him into the kidnappers‘ trap. Reflecting on it now, embarrassment tinged his cheeks..

As his gaze lingered on Quinlyn, he marveled at how she, so delicate, had orchestrated their escape. His eyes caught the bag at her feet. “What’s that?”

without lifting her gaze.

at the humble plastic bag, skeptical of its contents, and

and believed she shouldn’t return to the perilous town. Little did he know that Quinlyn was viewed with dread, a

hearty bite of her bread and replied

city, a security number is a must for

she had a network of contacts and employers eager to welcome her. Her connections in the borderlands

leaned in closer, his whisper urgent. “I have a plan. On our journey here, Mr. Anderson’s child

his head, thinking that this guy must have

as he made it sound, If it were, the Andersons wouldn’t have spent. weeks searching. One blood test would expose the charade. But desperate for a ride, she

now

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city, and parents trickled in to reclaim their children. Quinlyn stood armudit the crowd, reluctant to move, but Joseph

man, who

words, and then noticed Quinlyn’s disheveled,

of such looks, quickly averted her gaze and declared firmly, “That’s not

in his eyes. “That temper does remind me of Dad,” he muttered, still awaiting the DNA test results. Playing it safe, he decided to take Quinlyn with him

escapes. Quinlyn was whisked to

the results, Edward Anderson, Hailey’s grandfather, called Maurice with a specific request to

even sure if she’s the one, why is Mr.

inheritance, and as you know, his heart is set on Hailey. If he meets her, our

adopted, she’s like our own flesh and blood. Mr. Anderson is clearly

a new outfit en route. “When you see him, remember to call

the opulent villas as they approached in silence.

from the grand estate to escort them inside. They warmly greeted Quinlyn, treating her like a long–lost relative, stuffing her pockets with candies before she even

his hair a snowy crown. From the moment Quinlyn entered, his gaze

the borderlands, enduring so