Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 88

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The atmosphere inside wasn’t good. Families undergoing mediation glanced over, and then turned back to scare their own kids, “See that? If you don’t behave, we’ll sell you off! Would you dare to steal again?”

There was a newlywed couple having a fight. The husband pointed at his wife and said, “See? Even the police recommend not going to the orphanage. You’re already pregnant with my child, so why cause trouble? It was just a slap, at least I’m not selling the baby!”

Amid the surrounding noise, Quinton held Janet’s hand with one and clutched his shirt with the other, looking down as he hesitantly said, “I’m willing to go to a foster home, but can we find one nearer to my mom’s hospital? So I can visit her sometimes.”

Janet looked confused but was thrilled to hear she could be close to Quinton, nodding repeatedly. “Yes, I want to be with Quinton.”

Benedict sighed, having seen this kind of situation too many times, he felt helpless, “Even if he is to be sent to foster care. first they need to prove the guardian can’t take care of themselves or has obvious criminal tendencies.”

“He’s practically selling the child; isn’t that enough?” Stanley complained from the side.

Benedict saw Stanley’s youthful and energetic face, shook his head in resignation, and said, “The deal hasn’t been completed yet, plus the father is also present. This repeat offender could easily deny it in the interrogation room. If you don’t believe me, go have a look.”

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As soon as he entered, Bennett had already instructed someone to start the interrogation. With just one phone call, they received the result. The police got no evidence.

The other party claimed they decided on a whim to take the child out with the father and there were no financial transaction records, making it impossible to press charges. Benedict was spot on.

“Damn,” Stanley muttered a curse in anger, and then realized Quinlyn was there and quickly covered her ears. “My mistake, I’ll be careful next time.”

Quinlyn, however, did not respond. She continued to fix her gaze on Tommy, her eyes seemingly unable to let light in, lost in thought. Suddenly, she moved forward, standing beside Tommy, her voice calm. “You hit them.”

Everyone in the room was stunned.

then scowled at her. “Watch your mouth, kid. Do you have any proof that I hit them? Did they say anything?” He pointed a finger at Quinton and Janet next to him.

of Janet, letting Tommy’s nail scratch him, immediately leaving a

tell Tommy to calm down, but before he could say anything, Quinlyn stepped forward, grabbed Tommy’s wrist, twisted his arm behind

the table, making him wince in pain.

down under the astonished gazes

“When you crack your knuckles, they get scared. He’s wearing high collars to cover the scars. His mom’s nails had been pulled out before and are just growing back now. You’re the one

seen such things. Occasionally, women from outside the village

of them died

a pretty woman and imagined that if she had a mother, her mother would

the woman.

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Chapter 88

the warm spring, she had climbed the mountain to pick some flowers to give to the woman. But when she had arrived at their doorstep, she had seen the man of the house, drunk and tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table as

drank.

was a meaningless sound, yet the woman, lying on the floor, was twitching and shaking. She was beaten nearly to death, with blood running from her forehead, blooming like flowers on her face, as red as the bouquet Quinlyn had

flowers again. After that day, the woman died. Yet, Quinlyn would always remember those hands keeping the rhythm, like a demon she could never forgive.

out a sharp,

reckless, Quinlyn, he made a mistake and there are laws to punish him. You can’t just react because he did something wrong.”

She looked at Bennett, a distant expression in her eyes as she asked,

felt his heart tighten from her look and nodded without hesitation. “It does. I’ll make

quickly patted her back, saying, “I’ll find them a lawyer, and promise that guy will lose everything. If the law doesn’t work, we’ve got

to cry. “Officers, everything she said is true,” Quinton

along with bruises from being crushed by heavy objects. It was hard to imagine how bad it was under his clothes.

her so bad that she lost her mind,” he said through his

But if there was really a way for the law to protect them, he