Chapter 140

Quinlyn curled on the ground, shivering with cold.

Bill, seeing she couldn’t even speak, snorted and left.

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Soon, women with water buckets came from the village. When they saw the scene in the cage, they bit their lips and welled

up.

“Go in, but don’t wet her. It’s cold here at night,” someone whispered. They started chatting softly once they were sure no one was around.

Bill had told the arena–keepers to clean up the dead dogs and blood before tomorrow, so the women had to work late. But they were also worried about Quinlyn not being able to sleep.

As they cleaned, they kept glancing at Quinlyn. When one noticed her flushed face, others gathered around.

“She’s running a fever. It’s hot.”

“It must be the head wound getting infected.”

“But what can we do? Even if we take her to a doctor, he won’t give her medicine.”

The women were all anxious. Flora, the woman who had helped Quinlyn before, bit her lip and left, claiming to get another brush.

later, she returned to the cage, pretending to clean, and nervously fed Quinlyn a pill and some water

of water, felt a bit better. She opened her eyes weakly and saw Flora

was awake. “It doesn’t matter. You made the water filter and

here, Quinlyn had woven grass animals for the children, making

anything else I can

these women extemely scared. However, they still

escape.

worry.

Flora choked up, not believing it but nodding anyway. “So you

nodded, managed a smile, and closed her

daring to change her clothes, left sadly, seeing her small, bloodied figure under the straw. They wondered what

dawn approached. She was still weak but had broken

had seen her through many such ordeals without medicine. This time, a simple fever–reducer had done

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dizzy from blood loss and her vision swam.

raised her head to the gray sky, gauging the time, then crawled to the cage’s edge and tapped the spoon

growled in irritation and came out in his robe. “What do you

something valuable. If I give it to you,

curiosity,

neck,

\tilted

couldn’t see anything from this angle, but Quinlyn’s description was believable. 2 million dollars was enough for the man to live happily for his whole life in a city, and he knew some emerald

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