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Chapter 147 ☐.94% It was supposed to be just a simple meal, but Jolie wouldn't let go of Quinlyn, clinging to her and begging her to stay the night.

Marvin was about to step in and pull Jolie away when he saw Quinlyn raise her hand and wrap it around Jolie's arm.

"Can I sleep in the sbed as you?" Quinlyn asked.

"Sure! We even have a bathtub. We can take a bath together," Jolie said, then quickly grabbed Quinlyn and ran off before anyone could say anything.

Joseph, Stanley, and Larry just watched helplessly as Quinlyn was dragged away. They could only shrug and say they'd head back to the hotel and wait.

Before they left, Marvin stopped Stanley and handed him a photo of a victim.

He said, "We found this photo while handling the bodies from the dog-fighting ring. The victim's face was badly bitten, but after comparison, it looks like your sister, Harriet.

"The coroner's stitched up her body. If you want to bring her hfor burial, you can pick her up for refrigerated transport. My condolences." Stanley stared at the photo for a long tand then nodded. "I'll go pick her up later." He heard that Harriet was at the scene when everything went down. She had just stabbed his mom before that, and she had gotten involved with Yolanda. Whether she was in the know, he'd never liked Harriet. But he never thought she'd end up dead.

The disfigured face in the photo didn't look like the little girl who used to wear princess dresses and play carefree at home. Without any blood relation, Stanley always thought she wasn't very smart, and they never had much of a bond. So, he didn't have strong feelings for her. Still, they'd lived under the sroof for ten years. He called his dad, Maurice.

"What body? Oh, Harriet's? She's dead? What does that have to do with me? If she hadn't done something stupid and fooled Warren, would I be in this mess? I don't care if she's dead," Maurice said, not showing the slightest sadness about Harriet's death.

Ever since Harriet messed with Warren, Maurice's company had been getting targeted. No matter how many drinks he had at business dinners, he couldn't fix things.

Now, his company was bankrupt. He had a mountain of debt, and he had a drinking problem. His life was pretty much ruined.

Stanley's next call was to Tina. After she got hurt and ended up in the hospital, Tina refused to be discharged from the hospital just to see him. This time, when she got his call, her voice was full of excitement.

"Stanley, are you finally coming to see me? I made you a sweater, so when it gets cold, you can wear it. Did Edward say he'd cto get me?" Tina asked eagerly.

"Harriet? Why bring her up? Dead? How did she die? Oh, I see. I don't need to see her. Don't bring her back here. This isn't her home. Just bury her there," Tina said, her tone slowly growing more indifferent.

Stanley's heart grew colder as he listened. After hanging up, he stood downstairs in the apartment for a long tbefore going to handle the paperwork.

Joseph and Larry stuck by him, helping with calls and errands until they arranged everything with the cemetery. Finally, the three of them sat down on the steps outside the government building.

94% Chapter 147 Stanley looked up at the pale sky, holding the transport document in his hand. He muttered to himself, "Do you think if Harriet hadn't been adopted by our family, she would've turned out like this? Back then, Edward disliked Maurice and Tina's way of raising kids, so he took Stanley and sent him to a science academy, Harriet, on the other hand, was treated more like a tool by Maurice and Tina. She beca child with serious issues, and eventually, she met her tragic end.

Larry disagreed with Stanley's thoughts. "So, by your logic, doesn't that mean Quinlyn would've turned into a killer by now?" Stanley said, "But she's been around good people like Matthew and Marvin "Isn't that because she's a good person herself?" Larry asked, leaving Stanley speechless.

Joseph patted Stanley on the shoulder and gave the most important insight. "Think about it. Why did Harriet die with Quinlyn at the scene? She hasn't talked about Harriet's death yet. It's pretty clear Harriet wasn't innocent." Stanley's eyes widened as the realization hit him. Quinlyn, who had rushed to save Harriet at the mall and even taken on Maurice's wrath to protect her, had now let Harriet die in this situation.

That wasn't normal. The main reason was simple. Harriet had completely disappointed Quinlyn, and Quinlyn had given up on saving her.

"Let's go. There's nothing more you can do," Joseph said, fed up with the trash on the ground as he stood up and started walking. “And remember, don't bring this up in front of Quinlyn." "I know. I'm not an idiot," Stanley muttered quietly, shoving the transport document into his pocket and following Joseph.

As for Harriet's brief life, no one could truly judge what was right or wrong. What mattered was that people should live with a clear conscience.

That night, Quinlyn was lying on Jolie's bed, hugging a small pillow.

"We're moving out next year. I'm really going to miss this place," Jolie said.

Marvin bought a new house two years ago, but it was just finished after he saved enough money to complete the remodeling. Still, Jolie was really attached to this apartment.

Every piece of furniture, every table, and every chair here had a memory tied to her childhood. Before bed, she gave Quinlyn a tour, explaining the story behind everything. Then she pulled out her childhood storybooks, and they read together.

Quinlyn leaned on her shoulder, and before she even knew it, she had fallen asleep.

In her dream, she was six years old again. It was the middle of winter, and Marvin brought her to this apartment. Jolie, a ninth grader, helped her take a bath and fed her, and they slept in the sroom, sharing the bed.

They grew up together, calling each other best friends. There were two chairs by the desk, with scratches from when they'd playfully fought.

The bookshelf was filled with half comic books and half picture books, and Quinlyn often secretly read Jolie's comics.

On the bedroom wall, half of the posters were of celebrities Jolie liked, and half were of ones Quinlyn liked, with playful notes written in the corners from their mischievous moments.

In the dream, they would play around in the room, eat snacks sneakily under the covers, and get into trouble together.

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When she opened her eyes at dawn, Quinlyn was still wrapped up in that warm, happy feeling Turning her head, she saw two little birds fly past the thin curtains and land on the branches, full of life and green leaves. It was summer apparently. At breakfast, Joseph, Stanley, and Larry arrived.

At the table, Jolie leaned in and whispered to Quinlyn, "Do you think these guys are really controlling? They always act like they're afraid someone's gonna steal you away?" Quinlyn thought for a second and then nodded, smiling slightly. "Jolie, you're really good at reading people." "Of course," Jolie said proudly. "I minored in psychology in college."

The closeness between the two made the three guys across from m them feel a little uncomfortable. Since they were guys, they knew they couldn't be as close to Quinlyn as Jolie was. Stanley suddenly raised his voice. "Alright, we need to hurry, or we'll miss our flight." Before Quinlyn could say anything, Jolie slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, right! I need to hurry, too. I haven't even packed yet." Stanley paused, confused. "Pack? For what?" "Huh? I didn't tell you guys?" Jolie gave a surprised look. "I'm going to a university at your place for summer classes, and I'm on the sflight as you guys." When the three men heard this, they weren't too happy.

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