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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.

Bella said

she was always hunched over, head down, too scared to even look up when being pulled into the cafeteria, Bella

was indeed feeling bored and homesick. “Have you ever thought about what you want

detention center wanted to be close to Quinlyn, including Bella. But Bella genuinely liked Quinlyn and depended

eyes reflecting the colors of the sky. “Do you

I

name. The orphanage director named me Bella because there was a tree where I was found and a bicycle bell ringing

a bread roll from a shop. That one theft turned

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divorced, and each had a new family. I couldn’t even go back to the orphanage.

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

her parents had abandoned her. reluctantly took her back, and then

noticed neat scars on Bella’s wrist that she’d been touching,

knife. Every time I felt like stealing, I’d cut myself. The pain kept me from reaching out. I even thought that if I accidentally cut too deep and

touched those scars, her expression filled with a

because Quinlyn had no parents, she always clung to fantasies of kinship. Bella felt despair because the found but

reviewed Bella’s file. Bella had stolen an expensive diamond necklace, but that crime shouldn’t have landed her a five–year sentence. Bella’s parents had testified

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

was listening to the progress report from the juvenile detention center. He was satisfied with Quinlyn’s

to conclude. When they heard what had happened to Bella, everyone fell silent, engulfed in

here whose 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

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

simply being abandoned. With no