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.

returned to the cage, pretending to clean, and nervously fed Quinlyn a pill and some water from her husband’s stash.

a bottle of water, felt a bit better. She opened her eyes

tear, glad she was awake. “It doesn’t matter. You made the water filter and the animals for

daughter. With no toys here, Quinlyn had woven grass animals for the children, making them all happy.

can do

bringing a pill and some water could make these women extemely scared. However, they still wanted to help Quinlyn

escape.

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

Flora choked up, not believing it but nodding anyway.

a smile,

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

was still weak but had broken the fever.

forged on the border, had seen her through many such ordeals without medicine. This time, a simple fever–reducer

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Chapter 140

was still dizzy from blood loss and

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

out in his robe. “What do you want

If I give it to you, will

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

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

\tilted

2 million dollars was enough for the man to live happily

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