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Chapter 144 Chapter 144 * .94% +58 Marvin listened as Quinlyn listed all their names, one by one, as if reciting a cherished collection. He couldn't help but feel happy for her.

*Good With any people who care about you, I can rest easy," He let go of her, a warm smile on his face.

Then he turned to the three boys standing nearby and invited them, "Why don't you cover for dinner tomorrow? My wife has always been concerned about Quinlyn. If she sees how well the girl is doing, she'll feel much more at ease." "Thank you. We'll gladly accept your invitation," Joseph answered on behalf of the group.

Given the history between Quinlyn and Marvin, there was no way they could refuse. In fact, they were hoping to take the opportunity to learn more about Quinlyn's past.

After Barrow confessed, what remained was just wrapping things up.

Nearly all the men in the village had been involved in the crimes. More or less, they were all facing several years in prison.

"The tricky part is still the victims," Donny said as he stepped out of a villager's house, his head full of legal headaches. "All the videos on the website have been wiped, and their debts have been written off.

"A lot of them have said they're willing to go home. But most of the women living here have already had children and started families. What they really want is for their husbands to cback so they can keep things as they are." And that wasn't uncommon.

"I can understand it, in a way," Joseph said. "When they first chere, they were young, beautiful ladies from the city. Now, they're village women. Their appearances have changed, and they've given birth to the children of criminals.

"Going back to the lives they once had? Almost impossible. There are just too many obstacles to overcome.” Joseph had spent strecently working on social research projects with a university professor, so he had a fair understanding of the situation.

Donny let out a sigh. "Yeah, The truth is, there are no legal marriages between them and the men in this village. It really just depends on whether they can cto terms with it themselves." And if they couldn't, no one else could help. Psychological counseling would take time, and the team was scheduled to leave tomorrow.

Quinlyn had wanted to ask her three brothers for scandy, but they hadn't brought any. They had rushed here to rescue her, and their luggage was still back at the station.

Left with no choice, she sat down and wove a few more little animals out of straw, then took them to give to Cindy.

Cindy lay on the bed, wide-eyed, babbling softly as she stared at the new toys with wonder and excitement. "We're leaving tomorrow. Have you made up your mind?" Quinlyn tilted her head and looked toward Flora sewing clothes by the doorway.

Flora's expression turned uneasy. She avoided Quinlyn's gaze and said nothing.

Quinlyn felt Cindy's tiny fingers wrapping around her own finger. She pursed her lips and continued softly, "What about your daughter?" Flora fell into an even heavier silence.

1/4 20 Chapter 144 Lowering her eyes, Quinlyn reached out to brush her fingers gently across the baby's soft cheek. Then, withor wening du grabbed a nearby strip of cloth and deftly tied Cindy to her back.

Flora jumped up in shock. "W-what are you doing?" "Let's go to the Oasis. I promised you I would take you there." With Cindy secured on her back, Quinlyn reached on, grabbed Flora's hand, and began walking quickly toward the door.

Flora didn't even have tto gather her things. Stumbling, she had no choice but to follow.

Once they reached the street, other women noticed them. When the women heard Quinlyn and Flora were heading to the Oasis, hope flickered across their faces.

Quinlyn turned to them and said, "No one's stopping you now. If you want to go, you can' It was only then the women remembered-Barrow had already been captured. They set down their buckets and tools without hesitation and hurried after Quinlyn, moving toward the back of the village.

When they reached the edge of the Oasis, everyone froze. Fear still lingered in their hearts.

After all, in the past, even stepping a foot onto the grass had earned them savage whippings. That deep-seated terror wault so easily erased.

Quinlyn untied the cloth and set Cindy down on the grass, It was Cindy's first ttouching the soft earth. The bright, vivid colors amazed her. She squealed happily, then began crawling off on all fours, wobbling her way farther and farther away.

"Don't go there! It's dangerous!" Flora cried out instinctively, terrified her daughter might get hurt. She rushed after Quinlyn. scooping Cindy into her arms. But when she cto her senses, she realized she was standing on the grass. Her whole body stiffened.

Quinlyn walked over, tugging gently at her sleeve. "The grass is soft. It's fine." Flora glanced down and saw Quinlyn had kicked off her shoes, standing barefoot on the grass. After a few seconds of hesitation, she did the same.

Her feet, roughened by years of walking on harsh sand, slowly sank into the cool, damp softness of the earth. Slender blades of grass slipped between her toes, smooth and gentle.

"It feels so nice," she murmured in awe.

The others found their courage and stepped forward one by one. Before long, they were laughing, unable to resist the urge to roll around on the like children.

grass "We can go ride the horses too," Quinlyn said, pointing toward a nearby herd.

Those horses had once belonged to Barrow. Now, they roamed wild and free across the Oasis.

They had always been well-fed-better than the women in the village-and no one had dared approach them before, let alone ride them.

But Quinlyn was clearly interested.

She ran over to one of the horses, studying its height in comparison to her small frame. After weighing her options for a moment, she grabbed hold of its mane and started climbing up.

The horse whinnied sharply in pain, rearing up on its hind legs in an attempt to throw her off.

Wed, 26 Mar Chapter 144 +58) But Quinlyn was stubborn. She clung tightly, refusing to let go, and after a few tense moments, she managed to haul herself onto its back.

The horse immediately bolted, galloping in frantic circles. It was clear to everyone watching that m e Quinlyn had no idea how to ride. The women panicked, shouting at the top of their lungs. "Someone help! She's going to fall!" Joseph and the others had just swiped scoffee from Barrow's tent. They'd brewed it and were getting ready to enjoy a leisurely afternoon on the prairie with a rare cup of coffee.

But the moment they stepped outside, they were met with the sight of a wild horse bucking like crazy-with Quinlyn clinging to its back for dear life. The shock made them all drop their coffee.

"What the hell?! That crazy kid will try anything!" Stanley cursed under his breath, then took off running. He grabbed another horse and swung himself into the saddle without hesitation.

Joseph and Larry weren't far behind. All three of them cfrom wealthy families and had been taking riding lessons since they were young. Their skills were solid.

As they caught up to the frantic horse carrying Quinlyn, Joseph and Stanley worked together to herd the surrounding horses away, clearing space.

Larry urged his horse forward and, with precise timing, leapt across the gap. He tackled Quinlyn clean off the m horse's back. The two of them tumbled across the grass in a tight roll, flipping over and over until they finally skidded to a stop. Quinlyn's head bandage had cloose somewhere along the way, leaving a crooked little bow dangling awkwardly in her hair. She blinked up at Larry, her big eyes full of innocence. "Larry? What are you guys doing here?" she asked, like nothing had happened.

"If I hadn't come, you'd be lying in a hospital by now," Larry snapped. “You don't even know how to ride, and you just got on? Are you stupid?" Quinlyn thought about it seriously. "No, I'm Quinlyn." Larry groaned. "Don't joke around right now." "Oh," Quinlyn replied, falling silent.

By then, Stanley and Joseph had finished driving off the rest of the herd and hurried over. Seeing Quinlyn now sitting quietly and obediently on the grass, they couldn't even stay mad.

They still remembered the first tthey met her, how she had jumped straight into the pool at the villa without a second thought.

She was smart-undeniably so-but because no one had ever taught her the basics, she had huge gaps in everyday common.

sense.

Knowing that, it was hard to blher. So they sighed, picked up the bandages again, and patiently helped rewrap her head there was no coffee left to enjoy, and now the kid was saying she wanted to eat lamb. So, naturally, they got to work again, busying themselves with setting up a barbecue. By nightfall, a bonfire was crackling on the open plain. The makeshift grill was simple and the spices were basic, but the women from the village ate with genuine enthusiasm.

Quinlyn was no exception. After days without meat, she was so hungry she felt like she could eat an entire sheep herself. But as they ate, someone in the crowd suddenly started to cry.

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