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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.

said in a gentle, clear voice.

over, head down, too scared to even look up when being pulled into the

thought about what you want to

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

her eyes reflecting the colors of

looked down and smiled bitterly. “Even if I got out, I wouldn’t know where to go. At least here, I get

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

so hungry that I stole a

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divorced, and each had a new family. I

break my habit of stealing, they tied me up and even broke one of my fingers. Several times, I wondered why they even brought me into this

had abandoned her. reluctantly

sat up and noticed neat scars on Bella’s wrist that she’d been

cut myself. The pain kept me from reaching out. I even thought that if I accidentally cut

with a sadness that Quinlyn couldn’t

parents, she always clung to fantasies of kinship. Bella felt despair because the found

crime shouldn’t have landed her a five–year sentence. Bella’s parents had testified in court, saying she was worse and unmanageable, which upped her penalty.

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

conference room. Glenn was listening to the progress report from the juvenile detention center. He was satisfied with Quinlyn’s effective and intensive reforms.

and they were discussing whether it was time to conclude. When they heard what had happened to Bella, everyone

powerful family got the victim’s family to forgive him. He only got a five–year sentence,”

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

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