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The boy started crying again.

Quinlyn remembered how he devoured the hamburger. Now, she could tell he regretted eating it-maybe even hated it. Bot the burger didn't do anything wrong.

This time, she didn't stay silent. Instead, she said, "If anything, it's our fault for asking you to eat it.” "No, it's not your fault. You were kind enough to pay for the medical bills." The boy shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

Quinlyn asked him, "Then what did you do wrong? You even saved the coke and chicken nuggets you liked. You accepted the coat so your mom could stay warm, right?" The boy was stunned, tears and snot still on his face. But it seemed like he was starting to understand.

"Then what should I do?" He unconsciously grabbed Quinlyn's hand, his voice hoarse. Although he talked more with Mandy. he felt that Quinlyn was more reliable.

Quinlyn considered the local laws she had learned for a moment and said, "Legally, adult children are required to care for their elderly parents.

"But since your mom isn't your grandma's biological child, she's doing this out of kindness-not legal obligation. Your grandma's children are breaking the law by not caring for her, but your mom can be not kind "N-Not kind?" the boy stammered, confused. "But they all say it's my mom's fault Dad died, so she has to take care of my grandma." "How did your dad die?" "I heard he owed speople money from gambling and got killed." "So, it wasn't your mom," Quinlyn said flatly.

The boy fell silent, relieved that his mom wouldn't be tortured by his grandma anymore. He stood up, eager to tell his mom the good news.

But as he stood up, a group of people appeared at the other end of the hallway.

"There's the little brat!" a middle-aged woman among the group yelled, her pace quickening. Soon, they surrounded him.

The woman continued, "A private room, huh? So, you and your mom really stole my mom's money while she was unconscious. That pesticide story was fake. Everyone, let's get in!" The group tried to barge in, and the nurses couldn't stop them.

The boy panicked and blocked the door. "We didn't steal anything. The money and clothes were given to us by kind people. If you don't believe me, we'll move out once my mom is discharged. We won't bother you anymore." The woman blurted out, “No way! Who's going to take care of my mom if you leave?" "That's your mother. You take care of her. My mom has no obligation to care for her," the boy shot back.

"Where did you learn to talk like that, you little brat? Today, you have to let us in, whether you want to or not," a middle-aged man cursed, about to step forward to shove the boy.

At this time, the bodyguard stepped forward as instructed and stood in front of the man, sturdy as a wall.

1/3 08:18 Fri, 11 Apr Chapter 235 100% 58 Looking at the muscular bodyguard in a suit and leather shoes, the man cowered. "Who are you? Why are you meddling? Get out of the way," he sputtered, trying to sound tough.

The bodyguard didn't move.

The man didn't dare throw a punch. He scrambled back, but kept yelling, "It's useless to be a coward, little brat. If you don't hand over the money, I will sue you. We have witnesses.” As he spoke, he pushed forward an old woman in the wheelchair. "Mom, tell them. Did his mom steal 100 thousand dollars from you?" Despite being dazed, the old woman nodded immediately. The words tumbled out in a venomous slur. "Yeah, she stole 200 thousand, no, 300 thousand dollars... It must be her. She is a dirty thief. She deserves to die." The boy was so anxious that his eyes were red. "Grandma, my mom gets up before dawn every day to take care of you, and she has to work at night to earn money. She works so hard. Why do you still wrong her?" The old woman's mind might've been foggy, but her voice carried the sstubbornness from her younger days. "How could I wrong her? She stole the money. I will sue her and let her go to jail to pay for my son's life.” "My dad gambled himself to death," the boy retorted.

"No! It was her fault-she refused to give him money. Useless woman. Didn't contribute a damn thing to this family after we took her in. Couldn't even support her man. She might as well have died," the old woman spat.

'So, she really did kill herself,' the boy thought bitterly, his tears streaming down again.

He remembered his mother always telling him to respect his elders, to be tolerant, to be filial. But if all it brought was a bottle of pesticide, then to hell with all of it.

Memories flooded his mind-his grandmother throwing food in his mother's face, slapping her, yanking her hair; his mother washing his grandmother's soiled sheets in the toilet late at night, falling asleep from exhaustion at the table, and so on.

His fists clenched, unclenched, then clenched again, until finally, his fingers slipped into his pocket. A cold knife greeted them. He'd taken it from his deskmate's table that morning, almost without thinking why.

The moment he heard about his mother, he couldn't think straight. But now, he knew what he wanted to do.

A crazed hatred surged within him, making his head throb and boil. While everyone else thought they had won and started arguing over how to split the 100 thousand dollars, he stealthily approached the old man.

Just as the boy was about to draw the knife out, a cool little hand clasped his wrist. He paused, turning to meet a pair of deep eyes.

Quinlyn shook her head at him, as if saying, "No, you can't." 'Why? You said it wasn't my mom's fault. You said it was all theirs,' the boy thought hopelessly while trying to break free.

Suddenly, he saw Quinlyn stick out her foot, tripping the middle-aged man.

The man, who was arguing that he was the only son and deserved a larger share of the money, fell backward with a thud, landing right on the old woman.

The wheelchair toppled over, hurling the old woman onto the ground. Her injured leg, broken once more, sent her howling in agony.

By the tthe middle-aged man scrambled to his feet and saw the pool of blood, he was scared witless. "No, it wasn't me. Someone-" He tried to shift the blame, but when he spun around, there was nobody there.

08:18 Fri, 11 Apr Chapter 235 Quinlyn had already pulled the boy back to their original spot.

4100% Well done. No wonder the Hill family would send people in turns to protect Quinlyn. Just by being around her, one could gain a lot of practical experience. The bodyguard nearby smiled discreetly and gave her a thumbs-up behind his back.

It wasn't until the group rushed the old man to the emergency room that the boy snapped out of his daze. He looked at Quinlyn, wanting to say something. "You just...." Quinlyn put a finger to her lips, silencing him. “We didn't do anything" The boy froze, then nodded dumbly.

"The thing in your pocket is meant to protect your mom, right? If so, you should have waited until the last second before they hurt her. That's called protection, The boy started crying again.

Quinlyn remembered how he devoured the hamburger. Now, she could tell he regretted eating it-maybe even hated it. Bot the burger didn't do anything wrong.

This time, she didn't stay silent. Instead, she said, "If anything, it's our fault for asking you to eat it." "No, it's not your fault. You were kind enough to pay for the medical bills." The boy shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

Quinlyn asked him, “Then what did you do wrong? You even saved the coke and chicken nuggets you liked. You accepted the coat so your mom could stay warm, right?" The boy was stunned, tears and snot still on his face. But it seemed like he was starting to understand. "Then what should I do?" He unconsciously grabbed Quinlyn's hand, his voice hoarse. Although he talked more with Mandy. he felt that Quinlyn was more reliable.

Quinlyn considered the local laws she had learned for a moment and said, "Legally, adult children are required to care for their elderly parents.

"But since your mom isn't your grandma's biological child, she's doing this out of kindness-not legal obligation. Your grandma's children are breaking the law by not caring for her, but your mom can be not kind "N-Not kind?" the boy stammered, confused. "But they all say it's my mom's fault Dad died, so she has to take care of my grandma." "How did your dad die?" "I heard he owed speople money from gambling and got killed." "So, it wasn't your mom," Quinlyn said flatly.

The boy fell silent, relieved that his mom wouldn't be tortured by his grandma anymore. He stood up, eager to tell his mom the good news.

But as he stood up, a group of people appeared at the other end of the hallway.

"There's the little brat!" a middle-aged woman among the group yelled, her pace quickening. Soon, they surrounded him.

The woman continued, "A private room, huh? So, you and your mom really stole my mom's money while she was unconscious. That pesticide story was fake. Everyone, let's get in!" The group tried to barge in, and the nurses couldn't stop them.

The boy panicked and blocked the door. "We didn't steal anything. The money and clothes were given to us by kind people. If you don't believe me, we'll move out once my mom is discharged. We won't bother you anymore." The woman blurted out, "No way! Who's going to take care of my mom if you leave?" "That's your mother. You take care of her. My mom has no obligation to care for her," the boy shot back.

"Where did you learn to talk like that, you little brat? Today, you have to let us in, whether you want to or not," a middle-aged man cursed, about to step forward to shove the boy.

At this time, the bodyguard stepped forward as instructed and stood in front of the man, sturdy as a wall.

1/3 08:18 Fri, 11 Apr Chapter 235 100% 58 Looking at the muscular bodyguard in a suit and leather shoes, the man cowered. "Who are you? Why are you meddling? Get out of the way," he sputtered, trying to sound tough.

The bodyguard didn't move.

The man didn't dare throw a punch. He scrambled back, but kept yelling, "It's useless to be a coward, little brat. If you don't hand over the money, I will sue you. We have witnesses." As he spoke, he pushed forward an old woman in the wheelchair. "Mom, tell them. Did his mom steal 100 thousand dollars from you?" Despite being dazed, the old woman nodded immediately. The words tumbled out in a venomous slur. "Yeah, she stole 200 thousand, no, 300 thousand dollars... It must be her. She is a dirty thief. She deserves to die." The boy was so anxious that his eyes were red. "Grandma, my mom gets up before dawn every day to take care of you, and she has to work at night to earn money. She works so hard. Why do you still wrong her?"

The old woman's mind might've been foggy, but her voice carried the sstess from Xer younger days. "How could I wrong her? She stole the money. I will sue her and let her go to jail to pay for my son's life." "My dad gambled himself to death," the boy retorted.

"No! It was her fault-she refused to give him money. Useless woman. Didn't contribute a damn thing to this family after we took her in. Couldn't even support her man. She might as well have died," the old woman spat. 'So, she really did kill herself,' the boy thought bitterly, his tears streaming down again.

He remembered his mother always telling him to respect his elders, to be tolerant, to be filial. But if all it brought was a bottle of pesticide, then to hell with all of it.

Memories flooded his mind-his grandmother throwing food in his mother's face, slapping her yanking her hair his mother washing his grandmother's soiled sheets in the toilet late at night, falling asleep from exhaustion at the table, and so on.

His fists clenched, unclenched, then clenched again, until finally, his fingers slipped into his pocket. A cold knife greeted them. He'd taken it from his deskmate's table that morning, almost without thinking why.

The moment he heard about his mother, he couldn't think straight. But now, he knew what he wanted to do. A crazed hatred surged within him, making his head throb and boil. While everyone else thought they had won and started arguing over how to split the 100 thousand dollars, he stealthily approached the old man. Just as the boy was about to draw the knife out, a cool little hand clasped his wrist. He paused, turning to meet a pair of deep eyes.

Quinlyn shook her head at him, as if saying, "No, you can't." 'Why? You said it wasn't my mom's fault. You said it was all theirs,' the boy thought hopelessly while trying to break free.

Suddenly, he saw Quinlyn stick out her foot, tripping the middle-aged man.

The man, who was arguing that he was the only son and deserved a larger share of the money, fell backward with a thud, landing right on the old woman.

The wheelchair toppled over, hurling the old woman onto the ground. Her injured leg, broken once more, sent her howling in agony.

By the tthe middle-aged man scrambled to his feet and saw the pool of blood, he was scared witless. "No, it wasn't me. Someone-" He tried to shift the blame, but when he spun around, there was nobody there. 08:18 Fri, 11 Apr Chapter 235 Quinlyn had already pulled the boy back to their original spot.

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ope could gaining Baik Well done. No wonder the Hill family would send people in turns to protect Quinlyn. Just by being@round her, a lot of practical experience. The bodyguard nearby smiled discreetly and gave her a thumbs-up behind his back. It wasn't until the group rushed the old man to the emergency room that the boy snapped out of his daze. He looked at Quinlyn, wanting to say something. "You just...." Quinlyn put a finger to her lips, silencing him. "We didn't do anything" The boy froze, then nodded dumbly.

"The thing in your pocket is meant to protect your mom, right? If so, you should have waited until the last second before they hurt her. That's called protection, and self-defense.

"That's when the law will be on your side. What you just tried to do won't work," Quinlyn said. She was referring to how he had wanted to hurt those guys first.

"But what you just did...." The boy wanted to ask her if she was hurting people first just now.

Im experienced." Quinlyn answered seriously after thinking for a while.

The boy fell silent.

and self-defense.

"That's when the law will be on your side. What you just tried to do won't work," Quinlyn said. She was referring to how he had wanted to hurt those guys first.

"But what you just did...." The boy wanted to ask her if she was hurting people first just now.

Im experienced." Quinlyn answered seriously after thinking for a while.

The boy fell silent.

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