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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 in a gentle, clear

her early days when she was always hunched over, head down, too scared to even look up when being pulled into the cafeteria, Bella was now second–in–command. She’d become much more

and homesick. “Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the

close to Quinlyn, including Bella. But Bella

her, her eyes reflecting the colors of

that.” Bella instinctively denied it, then looked down and smiled bitterly. “Even if I got out, I wouldn’t know where to go. At

little, I was left at the orphanage entrance. My parents didn’t even bother to give me a name. The orphanage director named me Bella because there was a tree where I was found and a bicycle bell ringing by the

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

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They had divorced, and each had a new

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

reluctantly took her

wrist that she’d been touching, “What’s this?” Quinlyn asked.

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

with a sadness that Quinlyn couldn’t understand.

kinship. Bella felt despair because the found but lost her

necklace, but that crime shouldn’t have landed her a five–year sentence. Bella’s parents had

is probably a relief for my parents too.” Bella knew she was a

the progress report from the juvenile detention center. He was satisfied with Quinlyn’s effective and intensive reforms.

they

powerful family got the victim’s family to forgive him. He only got a five–year sentence,” Howard said in a raspy voice from the center of the

center. Some of the kids on the right side were even more

facing violence and abuse or simply being abandoned. With no