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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?”

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peered at the humble plastic bag, skeptical of its contents, and inquired, “So, where to next?”

Little did he know that Quinlyn

her bread and

Seeking to aid her, he explained, “In the city, a security number is a must for travel

of contacts and employers eager to welcome her. Her connections in the borderlands

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

cast a skeptical glance at his head, thinking that this guy must have skipped a few classes in logic.

it sound, If it were, the Andersons wouldn’t have spent. weeks

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car rolled back into the city, and parents trickled in to reclaim their children. Quinlyn stood armudit the crowd, reluctant to move, but Joseph propelled her

Hailey, Joseph announced to the man,

and then noticed Quinlyn’s disheveled, dirt–streaked appearance. Disgust creased

aware of such looks, quickly averted her gaze and declared firmly, “That’s not me, you’ve got the

of Dad,” he muttered, still awaiting

the kidnapping incident dominated the news, detailing the kids‘ narrow escapes. Quinlyn was whisked to at hospital in Brynton for a

grandfather, called Maurice with a specific request to meet

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

stressed, explained, “Dad is organizing his inheritance, and as you know, his heart is set on

our own flesh and blood. Mr. Anderson is clearly biased.”

Anderson Manor, buying her a new outfit en route. “When you see him, remember to call him grandpa and act sweetly,

eyes were fixed ahead on the opulent villas as they approached in

them inside. They warmly greeted Quinlyn, treating her like a long–lost relative, stuffing her pockets with candies before she even

room was a hive of activity, with Edward seated at the center, his hair a snowy crown. From the moment Quinlyn entered, his gaze was riveted on her. Though his expression

and was even taken to the