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Chapter 140 ☐ Quinlyn curled on the ground, shivering with cold.

Bill, seeing she couldn't even speak, snorted and left.

78% +5 Soon, women with water buckets cfrom the village. When they saw the scene in the cage, they bit their lips and welled up.

"Go in, but don't wet her. It's cold here at night," someone whispered. They started chatting softly once they were sure no one was around.

Bill had told the arena-keepers to clean up the dead dogs and blood before tomorrow, so the women had to work late. But they were also worried about Quinlyn not being able to sleep.

As they cleaned, they kept glancing at Quinlyn. When one noticed her flushed face, others gathered around. "She's running a fever. It's hot." "It must be the head wound getting infected." "But what can we do? Even if we take her to a doctor, he won't give her medicine." The women were all anxious. Flora, the woman who had helped Quinlyn before, bit her lip and left, claiming to get another brush.

Ten minutes later, she returned to the cage, pretending to clean, and nervously fed Quinlyn a pill and swater from her husband's stash.

Quinlyn, after drinking half a bottle of water, felt a bit better. She opened her eyes weakly and saw Flora and the bottle. "You'll get beaten," she whispered.

Flora wiped away a tear, glad she was awake. "It doesn't matter. You made the water filter and the animals for Cindy." Cindy was her daughter. With no toys here, Quinlyn had woven grass animals for the children, making them all happy. The women were grateful.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Flora asked.

Just bringing a pill and swater could make these women extemely scared. However, they still wanted to help Quinlyn escape.

Quinlyn shook her head. She didn't want to get them in trouble and knew she couldn't escape the desert in her condition. "Don't worry. I won't die," she reassured Flora, pointing to herself and whispering slowly, "Remember what I said? I'll take you horse-riding on the oasis..." "I remember," Flora choked up, not believing it but nodding anyway. "So you must get well. Sleep now, okay?" Quinlyn nodded, managed a smile, and closed her eyes.

The women, not daring to change her clothes, left sadly, seeing her small, bloodied figure under the straw. They wondered what tomorrow would bring as they walked away with their buckets.

Quinlyn cto as dawn approached. She was still weak but had broken the fever.

Her hardy constitution, forged on the border, had seen her through many such ordeals without medicine. This time, a simple fever-reducer had done the trick.

1/3 478% 12:12 Tue, 25 Mar Chapter 140 However, she was still dizzy from blood loss and her vision swam.

She raised her head to the gray sky, gauging the time, then crawled to the cage's edge and tapped the spoon against it.

The guard, roused from his sleep in the nearby shed, growled in irritation and cout in his robe. "What do you want so carly? Are you asking for death? I'll set the dogs on you now!" Quinlyn, her voice a faint whisper, pleaded, “I have something valuable. If I give it to you, will you letgo?" The guard, his anger tempered by curiosity, approached cautiously. “What is it?" "An emerald pendant from an auction, which worths two million dollars. It's around my neck, but I can't reach it." Quinlyn tilted her chin, revealing her tightly fastened collar.

\tilted The man couldn't see anything from this angle, but Quinlyn's description was believable. 2 million dollars was enough for the man to live happily for his whole life in a city, and he knew semerald really was that expensive.

The guard, enticed by the prospect of such wealth, quickly moved to the cage. As he reached in to loosen Quinlyn's collar, she thrust the sharp spoon forward.

It pierced his skin and severed his carotid artery with ease. The guard, clutching his neck, gargled twice before collapsing. Quinlyn retrieved the key ring from his waist and unlocked the cage. Once free, she fled toward the village entrance. The morning wind was bitterly cold as it blew against her face. Quinlyn stumbled several times, almost falling, and had to lean against a wall for support as dizziness overwhelmed her. After leaving the village entrance, she couldn't drive the vehicle and had to rely on her legs to move forward.

She didn't know how far she had run, but there was only one thought in her mind: she couldn't stop or be taken hostage again.

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed behind her.

"Stop!" a militiaman who had spotted and was chasing her shouted.

Quinlyn kept running, preferring to be shot rather than captured.

When the second gunshot rang out, she braced for impact but instead heard a scream from behind.

She paused briefly and looked up to see a long line of vehicles approaching. She hadn't noticed the cars earlier due to her dazed state. As gunfire erupted, she felt disoriented.

Several vehicles stopped, and figures jumped out and ran toward her.

Against the backdrop of a rising sun on the horizon, golden rays streamed into her pupils, revealing the faces of three youths: Joseph, Stanley, and Larry. They rushed toward her, shouting her name, "Quinlyn!" She fainted before she could respond.

"Quinlyn!" Three days later, Quinlyn awoke to find herself sore all over. Stanley's face appeared before her, filled with relief.

"You're awake! You finally woke up! You really scared the hell out of me..." Stanley sat back on his chair, tears e streaming down his face as he scolded her between sobs, "You little brat, if you ever do this again, I'll spank you silly." "No, I'll spank you when you're better too," he added.

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