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Chapter 140

Chapter 140

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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.

cage, pretending to clean, and nervously fed Quinlyn a pill and

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

“It doesn’t matter. You made the water

With no toys here, Quinlyn had woven grass animals for the children, making them all happy. The women were grateful.

can do

these women extemely scared.

escape.

She didn’t want to get them in trouble and knew she couldn’t escape the desert in her condition. “Don’t worry. I won’t die,” she reassured Flora, pointing to herself and whispering slowly, “Remember what I

nodding

smile,

to change her clothes, left sadly, seeing her small, bloodied figure under the straw. They wondered what tomorrow would bring as they walked away

came to as dawn approached. She was still weak but

border, had seen her through many such

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she was still dizzy from blood loss

the time, then crawled to the cage’s edge and tapped the

from his sleep in the nearby shed, growled in irritation and came out in his robe. “What do you want so carly? Are you asking for death? I’ll set the dogs on you now!”

her voice a faint whisper, pleaded, “I have something valuable. If I give it

anger tempered by curiosity, approached cautiously. “What is it?”

worths two million dollars. It’s around my neck, but I can’t reach it.” Quinlyn tilted her

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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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