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Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Quinlyn didn’t get angry. She stood up when Harriet turned and walked away.

“Why are you following me?” Harriet glared at her halfway.

Quinlyn looked at the dark surroundings and said softly, “I’ll go with you.”

“I don’t need you to,” Harriet said angrily, quickening her pace. But she couldn’t shake off Quinlyn.

Harriet entered the toilet in a huff, finally getting a moment to breathe. Looking at the moonlight through the small window, tears slid down her face.

She was an orphan who just wanted a better life. She didn’t know why the world was so cruel to her. And she hated Quinlyn, who just had to appear.

At the same time, Quinlyn, dozing outside the door, heard a noise from another carriage. She saw a shadowy figure sneaking down the aisle, searching the bunks.

Soon, a flashlight beam came over.

“What are you doing? Which carriage are you from?” A conductor quickly approached, grabbing the figure’s shoulder and asking in a lowered voice to avoid disturbing other passengers.

As the figure turned, a sharp knife was thrust directly at the conductor. The conductor, in pain, tried to shout but was muffled.

The attacker pulled out the knife and was about to strike again when a force from behind knocked him away.

He crashed into the iron railing of a bunk with a loud noise, waking many passengers, who turned on the lights to see what was happening.

The person, holding his arm, turned and fled.

Quinlyn, instead of chasing, squatted to check the conductor’s wound. Relieved that it didn’t seem to have injured internal organs, she stood up and ran to the end of the carriage, ringing the alarm bell.

The shrill alarm rang out in the night, and staff soon came to handle the situation. Quinlyn, hiding in the crowd, watched for a while and then left.

and empty. Harriet

the night as it rolled over the tracks. Quinlyn hurried back down the aisle, her

saw a woman stealing. Their eyes met in the darkness,

were overcrowded, likely areas under Chandler’s care. The passengers

uniform, obviously didn’t know the rules and

her mission and didn’t intend to get involved in

Harriet was

Bill and the others were,

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the carriage wall by the tall, thin man from the day, her small body trembling, her face streaked with tears visible even

get much tastier candies…” The man’s foul–smelling breath from his decayed teeth sprayed onto Harriet’s face as he spoke.

her muffled mouth beginning to scream soundlessly. She didn’t want any more candy now.

the foot of the bunk, smoking and watching the man’s actions with

lesson would make her obedient.

her eyes in despair. ‘Somebody help!‘

inner lining and scalding water spilled down, making him yelp and jump back in pain.

her blurred tears, she recognized Quinlyn’s equally

she began to

try to get up, yanked off the carriage window curtain and covered his head

go of me… The man coughed and flailed backward, but Quinlyn knelt on his spine. With his chest and throat injured, she soon suffocated him into

her

out to see the commotion. Seeing Quinlyn, a little

But no one offered sympathy or

at the mocking faces of the crowd, her sense of right and wrong shaken. When Quinlyn walked over, she opened her mouth to speak, “I…”

word, Quinlyn raised her hand and slapped her.

you,” Quinlyn said. Then she turned and walked back to her seat