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Chapter 190 Chapter 190 *377%8 Quinlyn had not anticipated that Edward would use such a tactic to extract her from the difficult situation.

"You won't be able to reach others for now. Larry knows you are safe and will inform them, so there is no need to worry a traince at the Hill Boxing Association said and assumed Quinlyn was merely feeling confined In truth, Quinlyn felt a pang of sorrow for Edward's lost opportunity. The influential people of jelasica should have access to the finest medical technologies to treat him. Yet, now it was too late for regrets.

That evening, she sat alone at the large dining table, enjoying her meal. The chef's culinary skills were exceptional. Jost as she relished her food, a group of people entered with great noise.

Upon seeing Quinlyn with her cheeks full, Glenn paused in surprise. He had assumed Quinlyn would feel out of place by herself and would be downcast. Howard, trailing behind, looked equally bewildered.

He had searched the entire city, only to discover that Quinlyn had fled to Brynton and hidden herself there. "Do you know her?" Glenn inquired, turning to Howard.

Howard quickly regained his composure and replied, "We previously rescued people together. I believe she shows great potential and would be a valuable addition to the Special Operations." Glenn nodded slightly, offering no further comment. But Howard understood; his plan had been thwarted. He could never have predicted that an orphan from the borderlands could wield such influence and be under the protection of a big shot.

Given the gravity of the situation, they gathered in the living room to deliberate. Quinlyn surveyed her surroundings: noticing that no one was paying attention, she resumed her meal since wasting food was a disgrace.

Howard said, "Glenn, we've thoroughly investigated. This isn't the first instance of a riot; the local authorities were covering up the situation.

"Had it not been for the media capturing this incident, those involved would likely have been released shortly. The situation has escalated; we can no longer remain passive." "Howard, we must follow rules. Current laws do not change arbitrarily; understanding the underlying issues is essential." Glenn replied, seating himself on the sofa. "What is the condition of the injured?" Howard said, "Not good; there are a total of five victims. The severest case is a child named Frank, who suffered a spinal injury and is now permanently paralyzed. Even the least affected among them has sustained fractures. "Moreover, they have all experienced significant psychological trauma; the psychologist indicates that treatment interventions will be necessary for several years.

"Glenn, these children are only around thirteen years old, and their mistakes were not grave; their lives are now irreparably damaged. The juvenile justice system will lose its credibility." The room fell into a heavy silence, the faces around them etched with concern. Education for adolescents had always been a critical challenge.

At that moment, a youthful voice unexpectedly chimed in, "Can I see what Frank looks like?" Everyone turned to the source of the voice, realizing Quinlyn had approached them without them noticing. Howard suddenly recalled something and said, "By the way, one of the victims was part of the rescue effort with Quinlyn. Glenn, I believe Quinlyn, being of a similar age to those children, may provide valuable insight." His implication was clear: he wanted Quinlyn to get involved. Glenn kept his gaze lowered, making no move, his refusal unmistakable.

12.58 un, 30 Mar Chapter 190 Just as Howard felt a sense of frustration, Quinlyn stepped forward. "May I?" Glenn raised his eyes, his expression unreadable. "Have you thought this through?" Quinlyn understood that her request would not only provide her with information but also undermine the efforts of those trying to protect her. Nevertheless, she nodded firmly.

Glenn said nothing further. Howard felt a surge of hope, retrieving a folder and passing it to her.

Howard explained, "A few days ago, a riot erupted in a juvenile detention center where more than a dozen soon- to-be- released youths injured several individuals and later confessed to their actions.

"The reasons they resorted to violence were trivial grievances, such as finding a celebrity poster Shirley had asked her dad to bring in objectionable, or feeling persecuted for not participating in the wrongdoing." Quinlyn flipped through the documents, seeing photos of Shirley-who had once been frantic on the rooftop-now lying in a hospital bed, her face bandaged and fear in her eyes.

The delirium she had felt when infatuated with Raymond was replaced by remorse and fear. The other victims bore similarly disfigured appearances.

The final page depicted a boy, gaunt and tall, his body riddled with tubes. His crwas accidentally causing a guy's death while attempting to save a woman om domestic violence.

Quinlyn recalled Chester mentioning that he and his eight siblings were often beaten by their father. Chester had said, "Dad hated having so many kids in the family. Frank and I barely escaped with our lives.

"Frank grabbed a knife, determined to go back and save our mother. I managed to hold him back, as I already felt her pulse had stopped. My little brother was a good boy, much stronger than me." Quinlyn remembered Chester's face, slender and unremarkable, yet always brightening when he spoke of his little brother.

In the warm glow of dusk, Chester, soaked in sweat from the confinement of his costume, had expressed his/aspiration to earn a legitimate incto support Frank. But now, Frank had becparalyzed and condemned to a life in bed. "Do you know Frank?" Howard asked, noticing her troubled expression.

Quinlyn closed the folder and looked at him intently. "If I were to join the Special Operations, could you ensure Frank receives treatment at the Wilson family's laboratory? They possess the latest spinal repair technology; there is a chance he could walk again."

Howard was taken aback, never imagining that Quinlyn would readily offer herself, yet her condition would force hind into the role of a villain. "This is not my decision," he replied tersely, stealing a glance at the sofa; the true decision-maker was Glenn. But Quinlyn did not approach Glenn for assistance; that type of powerful individual was not easily influenced. Quinlyn inquired, "What outcdo you desire for the case?" Howard was momentarily disoriented by her abrupt change in topic. He said, “Since the perpetrators are all minors, rather than focusing on sentencing, we seek to understand where the corrective measures have failed. "Only by gathering sufficient evidence can we determine how to adjust the laws. Understanding the internal iss. paramount. However, neither teachers nor psychologists are currently able to get them to open up and share more." Quinlyn suggested, "Then putin there; I will talk to them." Howard opened his mouth in shock, momentarily at a loss for words. Quinlyn asked, "If I can uncover the truth, can Frank receive proper treatment?" 12:58 Sun, 30 Mar Chapter 190 This becQuinlyn's ultimate bargaining chip. A wounded child's conditional release in exchange for a gifted undercover agent-a deal with no losses.

The adults present recognized the validity of the proposal and instinctively turned their gaze toward Glenn. Having listened intently, his focus remained fixed on Quinlyn, Glenn finally chuckled at the gathered scrutiny. "Do I truly seem so unyielding? Send Frank for treatment now; do not delay the recovery." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1