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Chapter 197

Chapter 197

Having gone through hardships and life–and–death situations since childhood, Quinlyn understood one thing clearly: taming people required patience,

On the third morning, she came to cell 402 and found a few people had already fainted. Quinlyn opened the door, loosened their bonds, and gave them food and water.

The ones who were awake got up and quickly wolfed down the food. The boys who were slower to wake up forced themselves up to shove bread down their throats.

Quinlyn sat by the bed, calmly feeding Jareth. “Learn how to cook today, and don’t waste food, she told the boys. She couldn’t stand seeing anyone waste food.

It was a simple sentence, yet it felt like an evil whisper to everyone.

After gobbling down the food, everyone rushed back to the kitchen and found Quinlyn had not thrown away the knives.

Quinlyn wasn’t afraid of another sneak attack as she was confident,

But they sure didn’t want to go through that pain again. From that day on, the kitchen got cleaner day by day. Cooking went from being a careless chore to serious learning. They knew it was the only way to avoid another beating.

The people in the left and right lines were always changing. Some folks might be playing games and snacking today, but tomorrow they could be pulling weeds in the garden or cleaning the restroom.

Quinlyn seemed to choose people based on her mood, which made many minor offenders try hard to please her.

But Quinlyn didn’t accept their offerings and sent them to work. No one could figure out what she wanted. Gradually, everyone in the juvenile detention center called her the Demon.

This isolated prison’s true ruler, Quinlyn, was the boss. But as time passed, some always remained in the right line. After spending enough time with Quinlyn, those on the right began to understand her way.

After lunch, Quinlyn was sunbathing on the steps in front of the playground. White clouds drifted across the blue sky. By the time she counted to the tenth cloud, Bella Denny sat beside her.

bored,” Bella said

down, too scared to even look up when being pulled

homesick. “Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?”

people in the juvenile detention center wanted to be close to Quinlyn, including Bella. But Bella genuinely liked Quinlyn

look at her, her eyes reflecting the colors of

instinctively denied it, then looked down and smiled bitterly. “Even if I

parents didn’t even bother to give me a name. The orphanage director named me

so hungry that I stole a bread roll from a shop. That one theft turned me into a habitual

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was sent to juvenile detention twice, the police found my parents. They had divorced,

up and even broke one of my fingers. Several times, I wondered why they even brought me

the harsh realities. She realized that her parents had abandoned her. reluctantly took her back, and then despised her for developing bad habits. That was when the

wrist

Every time I felt like stealing, I’d cut myself. The pain kept me from reaching

scars, her expression filled with a

to fantasies of kinship. Bella felt despair because the found but lost her parents again.

have landed her a five–year sentence. Bella’s parents had testified in court, saying she was worse and unmanageable, which upped her penalty.

relief for my parents too.” Bella knew she was

the progress report from the

passed, and they were discussing whether it was time to conclude. When they

family got the victim’s family to forgive him. He only

lived here, feeling deeply everything happening at the juvenile detention center. Some of the kids on the right side were even

came from troubled families–either facing violence and abuse or simply being abandoned. With no one to defend them, they ended up in the juvenile