Fake Heiress, Real Heroine

Chapter 1 The Rescue

In the shadowy borderlands, a sleek sports car streaked across the dusty terrain, its engine roaring like a beast, with police cars hot on its trail, their sirens piercing the night.

The radio crackled with urgency. "The car's carrying at least fifty kilos of drugs and a dozen kidnapped kids. Their parents are wealthy, and these criminals not only demanded ransom but planned to sell the children afterward."

"Filth!" The pursuing officer slammed his fist onto the steering wheel, flooring the gas pedal in a fury of determination.

But suddenly, a crowd of villagers emerged from the field's edge, forming a human barrier. No matter how loudly the officer honked, they moved with deliberate slowness, obstinately refusing to budge.

Ellis Watson, the young rookie officer, leapt out of the car, fury burning in his eyes, ready to confront the villagers. But Drake Phillips, the seasoned veteran, restrained him with a firm hand.

"No use," Drake said, his voice tinged with resignation. "These villagers have taken the criminals' bribes—they're acting as lookouts. You'll just get into a pointless spat."

Ellis's eyes widened in disbelief. "But lives are at risk! How dare they?"

Drake sighed, realizing they'd lost the chase, and began plotting a new route. "Why wouldn't they dare? Being a lookout pays more than years of farming. The law doesn't reach these remote places."

Ellis pounded the steering wheel in frustration. Then he spotted a slender child among the villagers, perhaps only six or seven years old, standing with an eerie calm and composure.

In the end, the criminal's car slipped away into the night. That evening, each villager pocketed a share of the illicit gains, with Quinlyn receiving the largest portion.

Quinlyn Yates was ten, but malnutrition made her look much younger. As an orphan, she wouldn't have survived in the harsh borderlands without her wits and watchful eye. It was her quick thinking that had thwarted the police this time.

As Quinlyn ate dinner with the villagers, Floyd Crawford, their leader, approached with a sly grin. "Quinlyn, those big shots want to meet you. They're inviting you for drinks. Can you take me along?"

Everyone wanted to ingratiate themselves with the criminals, but they had eyes only for Quinlyn.

Quinlyn glanced at Floyd, finished her soup in one gulp, picked up the money at her feet, and walked away without a word.

The villagers envied her money pouch but dared not take it, fearing the brutal consequences.

*****

Inside a house at the edge of the remote town, a group of bandits prepared to leave the borderlands drinking and reveling.

After refilling their glasses, a henchman asked the boss, "Do you have a plan to bring Quinlyn with us? I heard several groups failed to take her."

The scar-faced leader was unperturbed. "Just wait and see. Once we have her tied up and out of the borderlands, she'll have no choice but to work with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Quinlyn stepped inside alone. The burly men welcomed her warmly, treating her as an equal and offering her a drink.

"No thanks," Quinlyn said, pushing the glass aside. "You still have hostages. Drinking can lead to trouble. I'll keep watch for you."

The scar-faced leader, glassy-eyed and drunk, praised her. "Quinlyn, you're so reliable. Everyone says if they want to cross the borderlands safely, they have to find you. You're the best scout around.

"Others were unlucky and got caught later, but don't worry. With us, you'll be fine."

While the leader boasted, Quinlyn slipped out the door, ignoring him.

In the backyard, she found a group of dirty kids huddled together. When they saw her, their faces turned to shock and fear, and some started crying immediately.

She scanned the children and chose a boy around fifteen or sixteen. She walked over, cut the tape binding him with a knife, and calmly said, "Run along the mountain path behind the house, and you'll reach the outpost."

The boy stared at her in disbelief. "You're letting us go?"

Quinlyn didn't respond. She quickly untied everyone, shushed them, and ordered them to run silently.

The boy, calm enough to help the younger kids, safely evacuated them. Once at the back of the house, he couldn't help but look back at Quinlyn, asking, "Aren't you coming with us?"

Quinlyn secured the backyard and pried open a parked vehicle's door. This time, she finally responded, "You go ahead. I'll catch up." With that, she slipped into the car.

The boy wanted to warn her of the danger, but the situation was dire. He didn't dare delay any longer and led his companions down the dark mountain trail.

*****

After watching the children running away, Quinlyn carried a jug of liquor back inside and placed it on the table. "For your farewell toast," she said.

The group, already in high spirits, popped the seal and savored the liquor's intense aroma, their eyes closed in bliss.

The scarred man boasted, "You're always so thoughtful, Quinlyn. Don't worry, when we get back, I'll bring you treats and fun things—you'll never want to leave!"

The good liquor didn't deter them from dragging Quinlyn into their criminal world; it made them more determined.

Quinlyn handed them large glasses and stepped outside to sit on the doorstep, gazing at the moon.

She had lived in the remote town where violence was a daily occurrence since she could remember. Sometimes, she felt like even the moon was tainted by the darkness.

Ten minutes later, a loud bang echoed from inside. She rolled over and peered through the doorway to see the boss shooting wildly.

She had scattered pounds of pure cocaine into the jug, its potent magic beginning to weave its spell almost instantly.

The boss, who had greedily gulped down the most, was the first to succumb to the delusions. In the blink of an eye, a symphony of gunshots shattered the silence, claiming three lives in swift succession.

The remaining figures, their minds twisted by the cocaine's grasp, blindly reached for their weapons, unleashing chaos with trigger-happy abandon. Within moments, the once-lively room was a grim tableau of fallen bodies.

Quinlyn re-entered the scene, her boots crunching against the blood-drenched floor as she made her way to the boss. Foam flecked his lips, yet he clung to life, his final gasps punctuated by the remnants of his hallucinations.

She paid his agony no heed, instead bending to pick up a gun, her curiosity piqued as she inspected it. Earlier that fateful day, she had thwarted the police in their pursuit of the criminals, well aware of the peril that lay in their armed confrontation.

Even after venturing beyond the borderlands, she retained the means to summon the law to justice's aid. But news of kidnapped children, one already lost to their ordeal, spurred her to preemptive action. She would rid the world of these scoundrels herself.

In a fruitless search for a suitable weapon, Quinlyn's patience wore thin. With a sigh, she abandoned her quest, turning her attention to the bag of money instead.

As she departed through the backyard, a flicker caught her eye—a lighter arcing through the air to land atop the roof. In the encroaching darkness, her silhouette vanished just as the farmhouse erupted in flames, a pyre for their sinister deeds.

By the time the police received word from the distant outpost, the rescued children had already reached out to their families, their parents pledging swift arrival.

"Thank goodness everyone is safe," the officer said, turning to the boy. "Did you lead them out? Tell me, how did you all manage to escape? Was there someone who helped you?"

Chapter 2 Pretend To Be Hailey

The boy, Joseph Wilson, had finally settled his nerves, nibbling on a morsel of food, his demeanor a stark contrast to the other frightened children. His eyes darted toward the doorway, a shadow of worry lingering in their depths.

When the officer's question pierced the air, his lips were poised to utter the words that someone had aided their escape.

But before he could voice his secret, a warm touch enveloped his hand. Joseph's head turned, revealing a petite, willowy girl standing serenely beside him.

"You—" he started, a blend of astonishment and joy flickering across his face, ready to reveal her as his helper. Yet, a subtle squeeze of his fingers served as a swift reminder that unveiling her identity could spell disaster.

"What's the occasion here? Who does this child belong to?" The officer, clutching a registration form, peered at Quinlyn with bewilderment, her attire not hinting at a life of privilege.

Instinctively, Joseph stepped forward, shielding Quinlyn with his body and crafting a seamless alibi. "She's the girl Mr. Anderson's family recently discovered. Living in the countryside, she was unfortunately swept up in our abduction on her way back to the city."

The officer's gaze softened with a hint of sympathy, as if murmuring, "Misfortune indeed," but he didn't probe further.

Joseph claimed he'd wrestled free from his bonds and fled. The darkness and fear had blinded the others, rendering Quinlyn invisible. Thus, as he guided her back into the throng, suspicion remained a distant echo.

"Thank you," Quinlyn murmured, drifting to a corner, her gratitude a quiet whisper.

Joseph handed her bread and milk, chuckling softly. "The thanks are mine. Without you, our plight would be dire."

His hubris had led him into the kidnappers' trap. Reflecting on it now, embarrassment tinged his cheeks.

As his gaze lingered on Quinlyn, he marveled at how she, so delicate, had orchestrated their escape. His eyes caught the bag at her feet. "What's that?"

"Money," Quinlyn replied without lifting her gaze.

Joseph peered at the humble plastic bag, skeptical of its contents, and inquired, "So, where to next?"

He owed his life to Quinlyn and believed she shouldn't return to the perilous town. Little did he know that Quinlyn was viewed with dread, a specter haunting the villagers' dreams.

Quinlyn took a hearty bite of her bread and replied succinctly, "The city."

Joseph was taken aback. Seeking to aid her, he explained, "In the city, a security number is a must for travel and education. Without it, you might resort to illegal labor. It's a harsh world for children."

Quinlyn gave him a puzzled glance; she had a network of contacts and employers eager to welcome her. Her connections in the borderlands were unparalleled, a world unknown to Joseph.

Joseph thought she was anxious and leaned in closer, his whisper urgent. "I have a plan. On our journey here, Mr. Anderson's child fell from the car and didn't make it. Pretend you're their daughter."

Quinlyn cast a skeptical glance at his head, thinking that this guy must have skipped a few classes in logic.

Pretending to be someone else's child wasn't as simple as he made it sound. If it were, the Andersons wouldn't have spent weeks searching. One blood test would expose the charade. But desperate for a ride, she decided to bite her tongue—for now.

*****

Days passed as the car rolled back into the city, and parents trickled in to reclaim their children. Quinlyn stood amidst the crowd, reluctant to move, but Joseph propelled her toward a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Anderson, this is Hailey," Joseph announced to the man, who happened to be Hailey's father, Maurice Anderson.

Maurice was momentarily startled by Joseph's words, and then noticed Quinlyn's disheveled, dirt-streaked appearance. Disgust creased his brow instinctively.

Quinlyn, all too aware of such looks, quickly averted her gaze and declared firmly, "That's not me; you've got the wrong person."

Maurice's brows furrowed deeper, yet indecision flickered in his eyes. "That temper does remind me of Dad," he muttered, still awaiting the DNA test results. Playing it safe, he decided to take Quinlyn with him for the time being.

*****

Two days later, the kidnapping incident dominated the news, detailing the kids' narrow escapes. Quinlyn was whisked to a hospital in Brynton for a blood test.

While awaiting the results, Edward Anderson, Hailey's grandfather, called Maurice with a specific request to meet Quinlyn.

Tina Anderson, Maurice's wife, opposed Quinlyn's visit to Anderson Manor. "We're not even sure if she's the one; why is Mr. Anderson insisting on meeting her? It's ridiculous," she protested.

Maurice, equally stressed, explained, "Dad is organizing his inheritance, and as you know, his heart is set on Hailey. If he meets her, our chances against the other branches will improve."

Tina murmured, "Even though Harriet is adopted, she's like our own flesh and blood. Mr. Anderson is clearly biased." Despite her words, she eventually relented.

Maurice hastily took Quinlyn to the Anderson Manor, buying her a new outfit en route. "When you see him, remember to call him grandpa and act sweetly, alright?" he reminded her.

Quinlyn's eyes were fixed ahead on the opulent villas as they approached in silence.

Upon arrival, several servants emerged from the grand estate to escort them inside. They warmly greeted Quinlyn, treating her like a long-lost relative, stuffing her pockets with candies before she even crossed the threshold.

The living room was a hive of activity, with Edward seated at the center, his hair a snowy crown. From the moment Quinlyn entered, his gaze was riveted on her. Though his expression seemed stern, his eyes betrayed a hidden concern.

"Dad, this poor child has been wandering around and was even taken to the borderlands, enduring so much," Maurice said, nudging Quinlyn forward for Edward's scrutiny.

The other relatives, aware of Maurice's intentions, scrutinized Quinlyn and inquired, "Did you bring the test results? Make sure you haven't made a mistake. This child doesn't resemble anyone in the Anderson family."

Maurice's smile wavered, but before he could respond, Quinlyn suddenly reached out and held Edward's hand. "Mr. Anderson, would you like to take a walk?" Her voice was clear, with a child's softness but an unexpected calmness.

Edward was taken aback. He hadn't expected Quinlyn to be fearless towards him. Harriet had cried incessantly upon their first meeting, but Quinlyn, despite her lack of resemblance, had a determination in her eyes that he found endearing.

So, he nodded. "Alright, let's take a stroll in the garden, just the two of us."

Everyone was astonished by this unexpected turn.

Maurice was pleased, believing Quinlyn knew exactly what she was doing. He hoped their time alone would bolster his future inheritance share.

Quinlyn, though small and thin, was remarkably strong, pushing Edward's wheelchair effortlessly. The garden was a symphony of exotic flora that she had never seen before, breathtaking in their beauty.

But she didn't pause to admire them, instead keeping a sharp eye on their surroundings. When they reached a secluded area, she halted, approached Edward, and said solemnly, "I'm not your granddaughter. He's just trying to deceive you out of your money."

Chapter 3 Live In The Anderson Residence

In the opulent pavilion, tables and chairs crafted from the finest wood stood in silent elegance, each piece whispering tales of luxury and heritage.

Should Quinlyn embrace her new identity, all of this could potentially be hers in due course. Yet, her gaze remained unclouded by greed, a testament to her inner clarity.

Edward's silence stretched on after her revealing words, until at last he sighed deeply. "You are a child of extraordinary character," he remarked.

Quinlyn's lips tightened into a knowing line. She was all too aware of her dark history, the stains on her soul that marked her far from innocent.

"So..." Edward's gaze pierced through her, searching for truths untold. "Have you crossed paths with that child?" His granddaughter remained missing among the returned borderland children, the omission impossible to overlook.

With no inclination towards deceit, Quinlyn reached into her pocket, extracting a piece of candy. "It promises to be sweet; would you care for some?" she asked.

Edward's comprehension was swift, his aged lips quivering as moisture welled in his eyes. Trembling hands unwrapped the candy, popping it into his mouth, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks.

With another trembling hand, he unwrapped another piece for Quinlyn, patting her head gently. "It's delightful; you must try it too," he croaked.

Edward's hands, broad and reassuring, evoked memories of Matthew Sheppard, the man who had nurtured Quinlyn in her cherished past.

But Matthew had been torn from her life at the tender age of five by a brutal band of marauders. The uncanny resemblance between Edward and Matthew was haunting.

As the candy melted in her mouth, Quinlyn savored its sweetness, a small, contented smile playing on her lips.

Once the candy was gone, Edward had regained his composure. Learning of Quinlyn's orphan status, he extended a warm invitation. "Since you have no other refuge, would you honor me by staying with me?

"I may not have many days left, but until you find a new home, your companionship would be a blessing."

Quinlyn glanced at his wheelchair and snow-white mane, eventually nodding in agreement. She could afford to wait until Edward's passing before striking out on her own once more.

Edward led Quinlyn back to the living room, his announcement that she would henceforth reside at Anderson Manor sending shockwaves through the gathered crowd.

Maurice, who had introduced Harriet to Edward only to be ignored, was equally stunned by this sudden, profound bond with Quinlyn, a stranger until now.

Others felt a cocktail of envy, jealousy, and resentment, yet they could not deny that Quinlyn had won Edward's favor in a way none other had.

Before her official move-in, however, Quinlyn would temporarily dwell at the Anderson residence with Maurice and his family.

Maurice donned the mask of a doting father. "Hailey has been gone for so long. Her mother and I have never had the chance to give her the warmth of a family. It's time for her to reunite with her siblings," he declared.

Edward watched with growing awareness as Maurice subtly courted Quinlyn, possibly with designs on altering the family records. Seeing Quinlyn's apparent indifference, Edward chose to remain silent.

But he couldn't help but offer a piece of advice. "Reuniting is indeed a positive step, but let's not forget about finding the perfect school for Hailey. She deserves no less than what your foster daughter receives, don't you think?

"And please, try to avoid purchasing clothing that doesn't fit her properly."

A hint of embarrassment flickered across Maurice's face. "I understand, Dad. Next time, I'll bring Harriet along for a visit." With that, he quickly ushered Quinlyn out of the house.

Once they were settled in the car, Maurice couldn't help but notice how Quinlyn's clothes hung loosely on her frame, a pang of guilt gnawing at him.

He reached out to pat her head, saying, "I wasn't very thoughtful. Later, the stylist will bring you beautiful dresses. Also, you have an older brother and a younger sister, so try to make the best of it with them."

But before he could finish, Quinlyn sidestepped his touch, making the atmosphere tense.

Regardless of the DNA test results, Edward's acknowledgment of Quinlyn meant Maurice had no choice but to embrace her as the true heiress of the Anderson family.

Before they even reached home, the stylist was waiting with the latest fashion trends of the season.

Sensitive Harriet burst into tears, breaking Tina's heart. "Don't cry, sweetheart. You'll always be Mom's favorite, and no one can replace you," Tina soothed, wrapping her arms around Harriet.

Harriet, with tear-streaked cheeks, buried her face in Tina's embrace, feeling a mix of fear and jealousy. "Mom, you're not going to leave me, are you?"

"Silly girl, why would I ever leave you?" Tina reassured her, her voice gentle. "It's just some clothes; you can pick first."

At that moment, Maurice entered the house with Quinlyn. The two groups exchanged awkward glances, except for Quinlyn.

Tina glanced around and noticed Quinlyn staring at her with wide, inquisitive eyes. Tina's brow furrowed slightly, repelled by Quinlyn's worn appearance and humility. Unable to warm to her, Tina quickly looked away. "You're back," she said coolly.

Maurice, noticing Tina's demeanor, was somewhat displeased but still nudged Quinlyn forward. "This is your mom, and she'll take care of you from now on," he said, trying to smooth over Tina's earlier words.

Tina sat there, her posture impeccable, yet she received no greeting despite her anticipation. She glanced at Quinlyn, who was still looking at her with those bright eyes. Tina's frown deepened. "What kind of look is that?"

Quinlyn blinked slowly before turning to Maurice. "Is she a stepmom?"

The stylist, sorting through the clothes, almost laughed but caught herself in time.

Tina's face flushed as she leaped to her feet, anger flashing in her eyes. "What are you saying, child? How could I be your stepmom?"

Quinlyn remained calm, continuing to gaze at Tina with those innocent eyes. "Isn't that the case? If I were your real child and you had lost me, wouldn't you treat me kindly after all these years? Why favor an adopted daughter over me? You don't seem very happy to see me."

Her voice was clear, filled with innocent confusion, devoid of any malice. Yet, her honesty left everyone speechless.

"I-I..." Tina stumbled over her words, like a child caught in a lie, unsure how to respond.

Harriet clung to Tina's leg, glaring at Quinlyn. "Don't talk about my mom! She's mine, you meanie!" She reached out to push Quinlyn.

Quinlyn remained steady. However, Harriet still stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Harriet!" Tina scooped her up quickly, her eyes blazing with anger as she turned to scold Quinlyn. But when she looked into Quinlyn's eyes, she felt a pang of guilt.

Quinlyn turned to Maurice. "Is her name just like mine?"

Maurice hesitated, stammering, "It just sounds alike."

Quinlyn nodded, acknowledging his confusion, and stated firmly, "From this moment on, I will no longer go by Hailey; I shall be Quinlyn. I dislike sharing a name with anyone else."

She believed that the late Hailey would have felt the same way, as children were often possessive, particularly about names bestowed by their parents.

Maurice opened his mouth to protest but hesitated, fearing Quinlyn might inform Edward. So, he reluctantly shut his mouth and offered a forced smile. "Shall we select some clothes then? Find something you like?"

Quinlyn surveyed the clothing options with indifference. Any wearable item would suffice. She picked out an outfit that fit and asked, "Where is my room?"

Chapter 4 Stanley

Maurice paused for a heartbeat before answering. "It's on the second floor, the room by the window."

Quinlyn gave a brisk nod, her sharp eyes cutting through the room without pause as she started up the stairs. Her swift, resolute movements left the gathered crowd in stunned silence until she disappeared into the upper floor.

Tina surged to her feet, clutching Harriet to her chest, her breath coming in short, furious gasps. "How dare she behave like that? She's just a child, yet so disrespectful. She has no manners whatsoever, and she instantly targets Harriet!"

This was the breaking point for Tina. Ever since losing her own child, she had been mired in a deep depression, only slowly finding solace through adopting Harriet. She poured her entire heart and soul into Harriet, considering her her most precious treasure.

Aware of Tina's stubborn streak, Maurice tried to soothe her with gentle words. "Hailey is your kid too, and Dad has already welcomed her into the family. You should treat her kindly as well."

Tina's discontent was plain as she muttered darkly under her breath, "She doesn't feel like my child at all."

Maurice was unsure himself. Observing the tense dynamics, he doubted that peaceful coexistence was a realistic goal. He sighed and instructed, "Regardless, if you don't like her, just avoid her. Dad has asked her to stay at Anderson Manor, and I'll take her there as soon as possible."

"What? Anderson Manor? How could she?" Tina was stunned and clutched Harriet even tighter, adding, "Harriet will go too." Everyone knew that Edward possessed countless wonders, and staying at the manor would be an immense benefit.

Though Harriet was terrified of Edward and had no desire to go to Anderson Manor, the mere thought of the newcomer Quinlyn arriving first stirred a reluctant spark of anticipation within her.

"Alright, I'm not the one making the decisions here," Maurice said, rubbing his temples with a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "Just behave yourself for now, understood?"

Being reprimanded in front of the stylist made Tina feel humiliated, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her resentment towards Quinlyn grew even stronger.

The argument barely registered with Quinlyn. Having journeyed from the borderlands, the strange surroundings had kept her on edge, causing her to lie awake for countless nights.

Her ten-year-old body had reached its limit, and as she entered the room, she succumbed to a deep, exhausted sleep almost instantly.

*****

When Quinlyn awoke the next morning, the early sunlight gently caressed the room through sheer curtains, illuminating a space adorned with pink decorations and an assortment of stuffed animals.

She picked up a Barbie doll from beside the bed, giving it a serious once-over before twisting off its head to peer curiously into the hollow interior.

It harbored no contraband. Smugglers from the borderlands frequently employed such toys, which was why she harbored no affection for them.

Emerging from her slumber, she opened the door to be ensnared by the alluring scent of a sumptuous feast, her stomach growling in protest after a day's fast.

Archer Foreman, the impeccable butler, ascended the stairs with a breath of relief upon catching sight of her. "Quinlyn, at last you awaken. Mr. Anderson has already embarked on his day's endeavors. Mrs. Anderson, however, intends to accompany you and Hailey on a shopping spree for school essentials."

Quinlyn's mind wandered to the summer vacation that had seen so many children fall prey to kidnappers during rush hour. Unease gnawed at her about the city's safety, prompting her decline. "No, thank you. I believe I'll remain at home today."

Archer, unprepared for her refusal, felt a flicker of embarrassment but extended the invitation for breakfast nonetheless. At the table, Tina and Harriet lingered over their meal, adhering to Maurice's instructions and awaiting Quinlyn's arrival.

"It's growing late, and my friends are pestering me," Harriet pouted, clutching her glass of milk with an air of impatience. "Mom, I don't want to wait for her anymore."

Tina, affectionately pinching her daughter's cheek, replied, "Alright, dear, attend to your calls. We'll depart shortly, and if she's not ready, we'll proceed without her."

Harriet's face lit up at these words, and she bounded from the table, hoping Quinlyn would slumber even longer. Tina glanced at the clock, her patience wearing thin.

Just then, footsteps echoed on the stairs. Tina looked up to see Quinlyn descending, her expression immediately souring. "Sleeping in so late and making everyone wait? That's incredibly inconsiderate.

"And what is that you're wearing? Go back and change. No, never mind, we're pressed for time. Just sit and eat; Harriet is eager to depart."

Tina's barrage of criticism left little doubt in her mind that Quinlyn could do nothing right. Yet, bound by Maurice's instructions, she endured and added, "When you meet Harriet's friends later, remember to be polite.

"They hail from elite families, unlike the backward places you're accustomed to. Of course, you can purchase whatever you need here."

Quinlyn took her seat and sipped her milk, listening to Tina for a moment before responding calmly, "I'm not going. Don't wait for me."

"What?" Tina was taken aback. At that moment, Harriet, having just concluded a call with her friend, approached looking upset. "Why didn't you tell us earlier you weren't going, making us wait so long?"

Quinlyn ate her sandwich with an indifferent expression, replying coolly, "You never asked if I was coming, did you?"

"I..." Harriet was speechless, frustratedly tugging at Tina's arm. "Mom, we shouldn't take her with us. Let's not buy her any nice clothes or a backpack. She'll be ridiculed when school starts."

Agreeing with Harriet, Tina tossed her napkin aside and left with Harriet without a word, leaving Quinlyn to enjoy her meal in peace.

The gourmet cuisine prepared by the mansion's cook was a world away from what she had tasted in the borderlands, and she didn't have to constantly look over her shoulder.

It was one of those rare moments when she could slow down, savor each bite, and leisurely conclude her meal.

Just as she was about to depart from the table, footsteps echoed on the stairs. She glanced over and saw a disheveled boy of sixteen or seventeen descending, clutching something in his hand.

The boy yawned and cast her a disinterested glance, ignoring her completely. He took his seat at the table and ordered the housekeeper to prepare breakfast. "No sandwiches today. Fry me a steak, quickly. I'm starving."

"Alright, Stanley, just a moment," Archer replied with a smile, betraying no sign of dissatisfaction. He introduced the two, "Stanley, this is Hailey. She arrived yesterday. Hailey, this is your brother, Stanley. Hailey prefers we call her Quinlyn."

Stanley ignored the introduction, muttering, "My parents argued a lot about this, didn't they? Lost is lost. Why bring it back into the mess?"

Archer glanced awkwardly at Quinlyn, clearly accustomed to the family's lack of warmth but concerned for her reaction.

Turning, Archer saw Quinlyn intently focused on what Stanley was holding—a laptop. "Quinlyn, is something wrong?" he inquired, bending down to ask her.

Quinlyn pointed at the illuminated screen and asked, "Where can I buy one of these?"

"You mean a computer?" Archer hesitated, looking somewhat unsure. "Since you're quite young, you probably haven't used a computer before, so your room doesn't have one set up for you yet."

Upon hearing this, Quinlyn immediately walked back to the table, pulled a plastic bag from her chair, and handed Archer a stack of cash. "I have money. Can I buy one?"

Chapter 5 Stanley's Prank

Quinlyn's unexpected words caught Stanley off guard, causing him to choke on his breath and cough twice. He turned to face her, his eyes locking onto her intense, youthful visage, inexplicably captivated.

With a flourish, he waved the sleek machine in the air. "You really want this?" he teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Quinlyn nodded earnestly, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the object of her desire.

Stanley's lips curled into a mischievous grin, his handsome features lighting up with amusement. "Well, it's not impossible to part with it," he drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"But do you even know how to wield such a powerful gadget? Computers are intricate beasts, not toys for kids like you."

Quinlyn stepped forward eagerly, her eyes pleading. "How do you play with it?" she asked innocently.

Stanley's mind flashed back to the last time Harriet had fallen for one of his pranks, ending in tears. His grin widened as he beckoned Quinlyn closer and opened a coding page on the screen.

"Watch closely," he said, his fingers dancing across the keyboard like a maestro conducting an orchestra. "Even the cool graphics you see are made up of these mysterious letters and symbols."

Lines of code scrolled by in a blur, a mesmerizing dance of digits and letters. Finally, he hit the Enter key, and a brand new page appeared on the screen, seemingly out of nowhere.

"See, it's simple," Stanley said, pushing the screen towards her and leaning in to whisper with a hint of challenge. "Do you dare to try? Even a fool could understand this.

"But if you can't, well... it just means you're not as smart as you think. And don't tell anyone I'm your brother anymore. Pretend you don't know me if we meet outside, okay?"

Nearby, Archer kept wiping the sweat from his brow, well aware of Stanley's prowess with digital gadgets since childhood. Stanley had even attended a prestigious tech program the previous year, advancing almost to a professional level in coding. This was just another one of his pranks.

Last time, Harriet had been so scared she cried, and ever since, she had gone out of her way to avoid Stanley. Thinking of Quinlyn, who hailed from the remote outskirts and might have never even laid eyes on a computer, made her plight seem even more pitiful.

Stanley noticed Quinlyn still staring at the screen, mesmerized. He gave her a gentle nudge.

"What are you standing there for? Get to it! I've lent you my precious computer. If you were truly my sister, you wouldn't struggle with this little thing," he urged, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Quinlyn stumbled forward, her small frame barely reaching the edge of the desk. Watching her stretch her neck to peer at the screen amused Stanley immensely.

With a kind gesture, he lifted her onto the chair, watching as her fingers fumbled around, pressing keys tentatively and gazing at the screen, carefully identifying the letters.

He crossed his legs, amusement bubbling within him, waiting for her to give up and admit defeat. Then he would lay into her with thick mockery, indulging in his mean-spirited humor.

Quinlyn had never interacted with a computer before. She had only seen them occasionally in the hands of criminals passing through the borderlands.

She knew these devices held the key to vast amounts of information, which fascinated her. So, as soon as she saw one, she was determined to learn how to use it.

At first, her fingers were clumsy on the keyboard. She couldn't remember where the letters were, nor did she understand what they meant.

But she possessed an excellent memory, and after pairing images with programming sequences, she copied Stanley's actions and began typing letters, slowly but surely.

Her speed was sluggish at first, but as she memorized the crucial key positions, her fingers gained momentum. Her mind wandered as she typed, exploring various combinations simultaneously, each keystroke bringing her closer to a revelation.

Stanley watched her movements initially, dismissing her efforts as mere gibberish. But when he glimpsed the code she was crafting, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his fork clattered to the floor, forgotten.

The cursor blinked, and with a single press of the enter key, a pristine digital page materialized on the screen. He was utterly astounded.

"Did you conjure this from thin air?" Stanley inquired, snatching the computer to scrutinize the interface for any signs of deceit, his eyes narrowing.

"But weren't you right there, watching my fingers dance across the keys?" Quinlyn replied, her brow furrowing in confusion as she gazed at him.

"That's beside the point!" Stanley exclaimed, his amazement intensifying as he pored over the screen. "Everything else looks impressive, but what's with all the typos?"

Quinlyn followed the direction of his finger and confessed with unvarnished honesty, "I don't recognize them all." Her limited vocabulary stemmed from borderland communication codes; school had never been an option for her.

Stanley was rendered speechless. He stared at Quinlyn as if she were an enigmatic visitor from another planet. In the next heartbeat, he swept her up in his arms and marched upstairs, leaving Archer trembling in fear. "Stanley, Mr. Anderson expressly forbade any altercations," Archer protested hastily.

Stanley's only reply was a curt, "Be quiet." He slammed the door shut, sealing off any intruders.

He seated Quinlyn in the gaming chair and activated four colossal surround screens, each displaying a labyrinthine code. "Take a gander at this. How much can you decipher?"

Quinlyn cast him a curious glance before turning her attention to the screens. The symbols seemed even more intricate, their generated effects more mesmerizing, with a diverse array of patterns.

After a brief observation, she abruptly pointed to a line of code on the third screen. "Is there a glitch here?"

Stanley halted and leaned in for a closer look. "Where?"

"Here," Quinlyn said, moving her finger upwards. As the touchscreen highlighted it, she deleted the flawed code and swiftly typed a new line. Before Stanley could intervene, she pressed the enter key.

"Hey, quit monkeying around," Stanley snapped, nearly at his wits' end. His team was engaged in a fierce hacker alliance competition, racing against the clock to breach the opponent's firewall and uncover vulnerabilities to secure victory.

He hadn't slept for days due to this competition and had finally reached the climactic moment of the championship battle. Little did he know that stepping away for breakfast would lead to Quinlyn meddling with his meticulously crafted code.

His anger was a tangible force; he had completely forgotten that he had granted Quinlyn access to the code. Just as he was about to explode, the screen suddenly lit up with the word "win," and the speakers erupted with the jubilant cheers of his teammates.

One of his teammates shouted, "Stanley, you're incredible! You found the fatal flaw in no time. Their system crashed, and we won! We're the champions!"

Upon hearing their excited cheers, Stanley slowly turned to gaze at the third screen, his eyes widening in disbelief. When he looked back at Quinlyn, his entire perspective shifted.

"Hey, still want that computer? I'll buy it for you," he said, scratching his head in embarrassment, feeling as if he had been showing off in front of a true expert and had been exposed.

Moreover, winning the game with the help of a child didn't sit well with his pride, and now he was eager to make amends.

Quinlyn didn't fully comprehend the significance of the match, but she knew she had probably been of assistance, so she didn't hesitate. "Yeah, I do."

"Alright, let's hit the town now," Stanley said, feeling rejuvenated and walking with a spring in his step. After quickly changing his clothes, he led Quinlyn down the stairs.

Archer was awaiting them at the bottom, sighing in relief when he saw them descend unscathed. Upon hearing Stanley's announcement that he was going out with Quinlyn, Archer's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Stanley had been exceptionally intelligent and somewhat unmanageable since childhood. Furthermore, his inability to abide by Tina's favoritism towards Harriet had strained his relationship with his parents, and he barely acknowledged Harriet.

Archer never expected that on her very first day, Quinlyn would actually capture Stanley's undivided attention.

Chapter 6 Meet Joseph Again

They didn't simply sit idle in the car. Stanley, filled with curiosity about Quinlyn, pulled up a dictionary app on his phone and began quizzing her. To his astonishment, during the brief journey to the shopping mall, Quinlyn managed to breeze through the entire dictionary.

Unconvinced, Stanley casually pointed out words on roadside signs for her to read. Quinlyn merely glanced at them, not only pronouncing them correctly but also explaining their meanings.

Stanley gazed at her tiny head in awe, murmuring, "How does her mind function like that? Do we truly possess such remarkable genes in our family?" He plunged into a deep well of self-doubt.

For Quinlyn, this bustling and lively place was entirely new, and she felt quite nervous. Her entire body was taut, instinctively scanning everyone around her for any potential danger.

Mistaking her nervousness for shyness around strangers, Stanley took her hand reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, your big brother is here." He had completely forgotten how dismissive he had initially been towards her.

Quinlyn was unaccustomed to physical contact. She attempted to pull away several times, but Stanley was too enthusiastic, dragging her along the mall. They made their way directly to a familiar computer store, where Stanley confidently declared, "Bring out your best setup."

The store owner, a friend of Stanley's, was taken aback to see Stanley with a child. "Stanley bringing his sister shopping? That's a rare sight. But has Ms. Anderson gotten quite the tan?" he said in surprise.

"Absolutely not, she's nothing like that crybaby Harriet. She's my own sister, my flesh and blood," Stanley announced proudly.

The store owner had once heard Stanley mention the story about the Anderson family's missing daughter, but he had never seen Stanley display any affection towards his real sister before. Therefore, Stanley's warm behavior now seemed quite perplexing.

The contrast between the siblings was striking. While Stanley hovered around Quinlyn, explaining everything from monitor specifications to keyboard models, Quinlyn, who one would expect to be trying to please everyone, sat calmly in a chair.

She occasionally commented while using the machines, and ultimately, Stanley took care of paying for the ultra-high-specification selection.

Quinlyn was still waiting at the counter to pick up the computer when suddenly her collar was lifted.

"Just have them deliver something this big to our home," Stanley said as he scooped her up and walked briskly out of the store. He glanced around and then headed towards the bookstore.

Upon entering the bookstore, he used the index to locate the computer section and grabbed a few basic programming books. Handing them all to Quinlyn, he said, "These will help you build a solid foundation. Your framework is pretty shoddy."

Quinlyn held the book, which was thicker than a brick, and found the school-like library very intriguing. As she looked around, she unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure—Joseph.

Just then, Joseph looked up and saw her, his slightly agape in surprise. He quickly walked over and said, "Quinlyn, what are you doing here? I was planning to visit you in a few days. How have you been?"

Joseph was tall and slender, speaking while half-squatting. His glasses lent his face a gentle aura, but his sharp eyes indicated that he was far from weak.

Quinlyn nodded, considering Joseph her only acquaintance in the city who had helped her. She replied, "Yeah, I'm staying at the Anderson residence now, and everything's going well. Thanks."

She addressed every detail and even conveyed her appreciation. Without Joseph, she wouldn't have acquired a computer so swiftly, nor would she have had the means to read.

Joseph, feeling genuinely pleased for her, smiled and cautioned, "That's wonderful, but be cautious of Stanley. He's not a kind person and might target you."

Stanley was renowned for his domineering nature in both junior and senior high, showing no respect to anyone. Joseph's sole concern was that Stanley might mistreat Quinlyn.

Upon hearing this, Quinlyn shook her head but was interrupted before she could respond as a protective hand pulled her behind. "Joseph, who are you accusing of bullying?" Stanley emerged unexpectedly, furious as he gripped Joseph's shirt. "That's my sister you're befriending. Are you looking for a fight?"

Joseph was startled. He glanced between Stanley and Quinlyn. "Did you two arrive together?"

"Who else would she arrive with? You?" Stanley snapped back.

Joseph was momentarily taken aback but swiftly concealed it with a smile, raising his hands in surrender. "It's all a misunderstanding. Quinlyn and I returned from the borderlands together. She was a great help to me, so I just wanted to greet her."

Even though Stanley suspected Joseph's sincerity, he released Joseph with a dismissive remark. "Only someone as incompetent as you would get caught like that. Being intelligent academically doesn't matter when you're physically weak."

Joseph only replied with a smile to Stanley's criticism and bent down to inspect the books Quinlyn was holding. "Are all these for you? Can you comprehend them?"

Quinlyn nodded and, upon learning of Joseph's academic prowess, inquired, "Can you assist me in selecting some study guides?"

She speculated that Stanley probably only understood computer-related topics, as the dictionary they used in the car was exhaustive but intricate, and she had memorized it solely through her exceptional memory.

"Of course," Joseph replied warmly, more than eager to repay Quinlyn's kindness. After all, a life-saving favor wasn't something to discuss openly, but he always felt he should treat her better in private.

Once Joseph arrived home, he realized that Quinlyn couldn't pretend to be a Anderson. After contemplating, he decided to visit the Anderson residence in a few days to retrieve Quinlyn and consider adopting her, which wasn't difficult for him.

However, with Stanley's vigilant eyes and cautious demeanor, it seemed like the task wouldn't be straightforward.

Quinlyn was unaware of the silent exchange between the two boys. She followed Joseph to the elementary textbook section and, after reviewing the books he selected, looked up and said, "Thank you."

Joseph reached out to pat her head, but Stanley's glance halted him. He pointed to the books on the high shelf and suggested, "Actually, the quickest way to learn is through picture books—they're not boring at all. Would you like one?"

Quinlyn had never seen a picture book before, so she nodded curiously.

"Can't see it yourself? Do you want me to lift you up to choose one?" Joseph asked with open arms, seeking her approval.

Just as Quinlyn was about to agree, she was suddenly lifted off the ground. Stanley picked her up, glaring at Joseph, "Is she your sister? Mind your own business."

Joseph frowned at Stanley's actions. "Holding her like that makes her uncomfortable, and she's already ten. You should respect her privacy." Especially since Quinlyn was wearing a skirt that day, this position was quite inappropriate.

Stanley was initially slow to understand but quickly put her down, unsure of how to properly hold her.

Joseph sighed in resignation, bending down to gently lift Quinlyn by her armpits. "Take your time, there's no rush."

Stanley vowed to start reading parenting books as soon as he returned home. He refused to lose to Joseph.

Chapter 7 Stand Up For Quinlyn

When it came to taking care of children, Joseph was undeniably the most attentive and considerate individual. After selecting a picture book, the trio exited the bookstore, and Joseph extended an invitation to Quinlyn for ice cream.

"It's far too sweet; what's so appealing about it?" Stanley muttered with a pout, clearly not a fan of sweets. However, upon turning around, he found Joseph and Quinlyn already standing at the entrance of the ice cream shop.

Joseph pointed at the menu and leaned down to inquire of Quinlyn. "Do you see any flavors you like?"

Quinlyn shook her head, looking puzzled at the vibrant flavor chart. "I've never tried any of these before."

Stanley, who had just entered a step behind, paused at her words. He then noticed how slender Quinlyn was, with dull hair. She likely struggled to get enough to eat most days, let alone indulge in sweets at a place like this.

For a moment, Stanley felt ashamed of his oversight, and a surge of sympathy welled up within him. He quickly stepped forward, taking Quinlyn's hand. "Come on, let's order one of each flavor, and you can try them all one by one."

A few minutes later, a table was laden with an assortment of ice creams, all piled up in front of Quinlyn. She took a spoonful of the dark chocolate flavor, and the sweet taste caused her eyes to sparkle with delight.

Stanley, observing her expression intently, finally felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. "If you like it so much, we'll buy a whole freezer full so you can enjoy it whenever you want."

Across from them, Joseph reminded him with a blend of helplessness and amusement, "Kids have delicate stomachs; eating too much cold stuff will give them a bellyache."

Stanley was momentarily taken aback, scratching his head and muttering, "Why is raising kids so challenging?" But as he watched Quinlyn quietly eating in front of him, his heart softened, thinking it wouldn't hurt to take good care of her.

Just then, through the glass window, a group of kids walked by outside, and suddenly, the most prominent one stopped and glanced into the store.

Quinlyn quickly looked up and locked eyes with Harriet, who looked surprised.

Outside the store, as Harriet paused, the other kids followed her gaze and looked at the three people inside. They all wondered and asked Harriet questions in a hurry.

"Hey, Harriet, isn't that your brother? Why is he eating with other kids?"

"Yeah, didn't you say he didn't have time to hang out with you?"

"Isn't that the top student from high school sitting across from him? He's really handsome!"

Kids from wealthy families were well-acquainted with the upperclassmen who proceed directly to high school. Figures like Stanley and Joseph, with their striking appearances and unique characteristics, often steal the spotlight in their conversations.

Harriet was the center of her group, all thanks to her brother, Stanley. But now, it seemed like Stanley had other little sister around him.

A girl suggested, "Harriet, didn't you say your brother adores you the most? Let's go in and ask him to treat us to some ice cream."

Another girl echoed, "Yeah, I'm really craving ice cream!"

With the crowd egging her on, Harriet couldn't remain seated. She glared at the trio, bit her lip, and said, "Alright, let's go in." And just like that, the kids swarmed in, bypassing the waitress and rushing over to Quinlyn's table.

"Stanley!" Harriet was the first to step forward, grabbing Stanley's sleeve and sweetly saying, "Why didn't you tell me you were going out for fun? We could've gone together. My classmates really like you!"

"Yeah, Stanley, Harriet said you're amazing at gaming. Can you teach us? Wow, you guys ordered so much ice cream; can you share it with us?"

Surrounded by a flock of chatty kids, Stanley began to get a headache. He gently pushed Harriet aside, saying impatiently, "If you want something to eat, buy it yourself. You're not short on cash. Stop bothering me here."

Harriet never anticipated Stanley embarrassing her in front of her classmates. Her face flushed crimson, and she bit her lip, pleading, "But I want to stay with you, Stanley."

The other children looked puzzled and pointed at Quinlyn, inquiring, "Who is she, and why is she dining with Stanley? Is she Joseph's sister?"

"That's nonsense," someone retorted. "Joseph doesn't have a sister."

Seeing them discuss Quinlyn, Harriet panicked, fearing they might discover her adoption. Flustered, she blurted out, "She's the daughter of our new housekeeper."

Everyone understood instantly, and when they glanced at Quinlyn again, a hint of disdain flickered in their eyes.

"No wonder her clothes aren't nice," one child remarked.

"Harriet, your brother is so kind, inviting the housekeeper's daughter to a meal. Why doesn't he invite us too?" another asked.

Though they could easily afford ice cream, being children from wealthy families, they were accustomed to getting their way and couldn't handle rejection, especially with Quinlyn's status being so obvious, making them feel even more superior.

However, before Harriet could come up with an excuse, Stanley slammed his hand on the table. The sudden noise startled everyone, and when they looked up, they saw Stanley glaring at Harriet with a serious expression.

"Who are you calling the housekeeper's daughter?" Stanley demanded. "Harriet, after staying at the Anderson residence for so long, have you forgotten your own status?"

He pulled Harriet towards him and spoke in a calm but firm voice, "Everything you use, even your name, is borrowed. How dare you speak nonsense here?"

"Stanley..." Harriet had never seen him so furious before, and being publicly humiliated was a devastating blow to her. Tears streamed down her face.

Stanley hated it when Harriet cried. Seeing her like this, he clicked his tongue in annoyance, pushed her away, and pointed at Quinlyn, announcing to the group, "Listen up, she's my sister, Quinlyn. If I catch any of you bullying her, you'll all get a spanking. Got it?"

Intimidated by his fierce demeanor, the group of children scattered like frightened birds. Harriet, left rubbing her eyes, realized no one was there to comfort her. She glared at Quinlyn and ran off, feeling wronged, to find Tina.

Sitting across from them, Joseph shook his head and sighed, "Harriet really needs to be disciplined." He wasn't as soft-hearted as he seemed; in fact, he was fiercely protective. Seeing Harriet, he could imagine what life was like for Quinlyn at the Anderson residence.

Stanley gave a cold snort but didn't bother to argue this time. Seeing Quinlyn sitting quietly by the window, he strangely felt a hint of discomfort. Everything should have belonged to Quinlyn, but now she seemed like an outsider.

Quinlyn could hear everything but wasn't concerned about Harriet's targeting, as it lacked impact and posed no real threat.

By the time she reached her third ice cream, Quinlyn realized she couldn't eat any more and felt a bit sorry for the remaining desserts.

"You can have it packed to go if you think it's a waste," Joseph suggested. "Take it home to eat."

Quinlyn didn't know the food could be taken to go and immediately nodded in agreement—she no longer needed to force herself to finish it all.

After finishing the meal, Stanley was still eager and couldn't wait to ask Quinlyn. "What else do you want? Let's go buy some more."

Chapter 8 The Jewelry Heist

Quinlyn shook her head, declining any immediate needs and intending to return home to read. Suddenly, a thunderous explosion echoed from the first floor, accompanied by screams. Instinctively, Quinlyn dove for cover.

Stanley and Joseph, equally startled, joined her beneath the glass railing. "What in the world was that racket?" Stanley winced, his ears still ringing from the blast.

Quinlyn swiftly pivoted, placing a finger to her lips to silence Stanley, and then whispered, "Gunshots."

"What?" Joseph and Stanley echoed in unison, following Quinlyn's gaze. Indeed, a masked figure stood in the middle of the now-chaotic first-floor lobby, waving a gun and intimidating everyone in sight.

"Everyone, stay put!" the masked man roared, turning to viciously shatter the glass at the jewelry store counter. "Hand over all the jewelry, now!"

The staff nervously stood, hands raised, as they began unlocking cabinets and even assisted in bagging the jewelry.

"Is he insane? Robbing a jewelry shop at the most fancy mall?" Stanley frowned, noticing out of the corner of his eye a staff member surreptitiously pressing the alarm button. "The police station is nearby; they'll be here soon. No sane person would attempt something like this here."

"I think there's something off about that guy," Joseph observed, pointing at the man's trembling hand gripping the gun. "He's shivering, and his body is swaying. He might be having a medical issue or is drunk. If the police storm in, he could become even more erratic."

As anticipated, within minutes, a contingent of police officers arrived on the scene. As soon as they began addressing the crowd through a loudspeaker outside, the robber's emotions intensified.

He pressed the gun to an employee's head and shouted, "Was it you who snitched on me? Was it?" Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Another loud shot rang out, and everyone saw a splash of blood. Fortunately, the gun's recoil caused the robber to jerk back, and his aim was off. The clerk was hit in the shoulder and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Nonetheless, alarms blared, and the cries of children pierced through the chaos. The robber glanced over and saw a cluster of kids huddled together. He swiftly approached, grabbed one, and pointed his gun at the child, yelling, "What's with all the crying? Stop it!"

Upstairs, Quinlyn and the others could clearly see that the kids were Harriet's classmates. Harriet was being held tightly by Tina, who had just finished her manicure, hiding behind an artificial plant partition.

Stanley gasped and gritted his teeth, "How did our luck get so terrible?" Joseph quickly restrained him, fearing he might act impulsively.

At that crucial moment, Quinlyn sprang into action. She crouched low and dashed into a nearby store selling climbing gear.

"Hey, Quinlyn!" Joseph, caught off guard along with Stanley, took advantage of the distraction to cautiously sneak over.

Inside the store, the owner was hiding under the checkout counter. Quinlyn quickly grabbed a folding knife and a coil of rope, snatching a marker from the counter as she passed.

Joseph rushed in and inquired, "What are you doing?"

Quinlyn looked up at him, glanced at her hands, and handed him the pen. "Go write something."

Joseph was utterly puzzled by her plan. Seeing that she had already moved on, he hurried after her. Just before reaching the lounge on the second floor, he was astounded to find Quinlyn staring intently at the officers outside, trying to force their way in.

She spread her arms wide, preventing them from smashing the glass window. The crowd awaiting rescue was anxious but too terrified to speak, merely staring in silent horror.

As Joseph drew nearer, Quinlyn seized him by the arm. She gestured towards the officers outside the glass partition and declared, "Inform them that a solitary robber, intoxicated and having injured someone, now holds a child hostage."

Joseph finally grasped the purpose of the marker. He swiftly approached the glass window and jotted down the robber's details. As anticipated, the officer on the rope hesitated momentarily before promptly radioing his superior for guidance.

"There's one more crucial detail," Quinlyn intervened, tugging at Joseph's sleeve and gazing up at him calmly. "He appears to be carrying explosives. I glimpsed a fuse, albeit an oddly colored one."

Joseph and Stanley instantly broke into a cold sweat at this revelation. Stanley took a few hurried steps forward, crouched, and inquired of Quinlyn, "What color was the fuse you observed?"

Quinlyn replied, "It was multicolored." In the borderlands, she was accustomed to seeing everything in shades of gray or earth tones.

"It must be from a simulation game gear store," Stanley speculated seriously, nodding towards Joseph. "They've gained popularity recently and can mimic real fuses."

Joseph furrowed his brow and inscribed a message on the glass: [The robber is armed with explosives.] Precision was paramount in such circumstances; ambiguity could jeopardize credibility and, consequently, lives.

The officer on the other side engaged in prolonged radio communication following this latest message.

Quinlyn tugged at Joseph's attire once more, her innocent voice surprisingly composed. "I'll go undercover; you cover for me."

Joseph and Stanley were taken aback but quickly protested in unison. "Absolutely not, it's far too perilous!" Allowing a ten-year-old to confront robbers seemed ludicrous under any circumstance.

However, renewed cries from children and an impatient male shout echoed from the first floor, heightening the mall's tension.

"Time is of the essence," Quinlyn declared, bending down to conceal a knife in her sock and slinging a rope over her shoulder before dashing off.

Joseph and Stanley, caught off guard, couldn't prevent her. "Quick, jot it down!" Stanley urged Joseph while hastily pursuing her.

Fearing for Quinlyn's safety, Joseph gritted his teeth and scribbled her plan on the glass. With eyes closed, he dashed out, leaving the officers outside bewildered.

On the second floor, Quinlyn found a secluded spot by the glass railing and tied the rope to it, her back facing the men.

Stanley, intending to assist, marveled at her speed and the intricate, sturdy knot she tied. Despite pulling it several times, it remained secure. Seeing Quinlyn prepare to swing down, he was astounded.

"For heaven's sake, at least use a safety lock or tie it around your waist, and I'll lower you," Stanley exclaimed anxiously.

Never had he seen such recklessness, yet even as he spoke, he acknowledged the absurdity of his suggestion. He should have restrained her instead of aiding her escape.

Joseph, arriving slightly behind, hesitated and softly inquired, "You're sure about this, aren't you?"

Quinlyn turned to him and silently nodded. Only then did Joseph exhale deeply, pull Stanley back, and advised her, "Then be cautious."

It was the first time anyone had offered such words to Quinlyn. She gave Joseph another look, and then lightly grasped the rope and, with swift precision, descended to the first floor before anyone could blink.

Chapter 9 Seizing The Moment

Joseph and Stanley leaned forward intently, but Quinlyn's small figure had already vanished. Not even the gun-wielding man had noticed her departure, and only a handful of bystanders, staring in shock, seemed aware of what had just transpired.

Stanley noticed Quinlyn crouching and weaving skillfully through the crowd, drawing nearer to Tina and Harriet. Panic-stricken, he suddenly clutched Joseph's arm and exclaimed, "Did I... make a mistake? She just came back..."

Stanley was well-acquainted with his parents' natures. Maurice was solely preoccupied with money, while Tina unmistakably favored Harriet. To Stanley, Quinlyn was merely a whimsically adopted stranger. Stanley didn't think Quinlyn should take a risk for her new "family".

Joseph turned to face Stanley, having never revealed that Quinlyn was not his family but actual strangers.

However, at this juncture, they had but one option—to trust Quinlyn. Having witnessed her daring attempt to rescue them from a desperate criminal, Joseph was convinced she was no ordinary child.

"Wow, Mommy, waaah..." On the ground floor, the little hostage boy cried loudly, voicing his terror.

The intoxicated robber felt a throbbing pain in his temple and shouted angrily, "Shut up! Do you hear me? Or I'll kill you right now!"

As he pressed the gun firmly against the child's head, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but utter a collective, soft gasp.

At the mall entrance, the officers, who had finally decided to follow Quinlyn's advice, began to blend into the crowd in plainclothes. Upon witnessing the scene at the counter, they all took a sharp intake of breath, relieved they hadn't attempted to force their way in earlier

With numerous children and people around, even one casualty would be catastrophic. The unusual layout of the surrounding buildings made it challenging to set up snipers, further complicating the task of apprehending the criminals.

Now, they couldn't rely solely on Quinlyn; they had to stealthily navigate through the crowd, doing their utmost to get close to the criminal.

Quinlyn emerged from behind the plants, materializing beside Tina and Harriet just as Harriet was softly sobbing in Tina's arms.

"How did you...?" Tina gasped, her mouth agape in astonishment, quickly finding herself in a dilemma. She was already struggling to care for Harriet, let alone another child.

But Quinlyn didn't afford her the opportunity to ponder, pulling her arm away. Her tiny hand formed a blade, swiftly chopping at Harriet's neck. Despite her diminutive size, she possessed remarkable strength, and Harriet was immediately knocked unconscious.

Tina was about to scream in fear, but Quinlyn covered her mouth just in time, and then pointed towards the mall's stairwell, gesturing for her to carry Harriet and flee through it.

Tina, still shaken, found herself gazing into a pair of large eyes. Miraculously, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, and she swiftly clutched Harriet tightly, moving towards the stairwell.

She had a hiding spot and wouldn't be discovered, but halfway up the stairs, she realized Quinlyn wasn't following. She turned to look and saw Quinlyn quietly squatting there, observing her.

Quinlyn's face and eyes, somehow evoked an overwhelming sense of loneliness in her, as if she had never hoped anyone would take her away. She would merely stand there and watch others depart.

Tina opened her mouth, Hailey's name resonating in her heart, but Quinlyn only shook her head, gesturing for her to hurry and leave.

"No, let's leave together," Tina wanted to say, but glancing down at Harriet in her arms, the fear of losing her overtook her once more. With a heavy heart, she could only cast a profound glance at Quinlyn before turning to depart.

Stanley, who had witnessed everything from the second floor, clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with a crimson hue. He felt powerless and disgusted by Tina's indifference. When his gaze fell upon Quinlyn, it was no longer mere superficial interest but genuine concern.

Quinlyn remained steadfast until Tina and Harriet were safely within the passageway. She was well-aware that nothing came for free. Since Stanley had gifted her a computer and treated her to ice cream, she felt compelled to repay him.

Regarding the mall rescue, Matthew once said, "When surrounded by many bad people, only by performing more good deeds can you become a good person." She didn't want to emulate those villagers; she aspired to be a good person.

The children, unable to contain their emotions, continued to weep, serving as a major distraction for the criminal but also inciting his temper. His hand on the trigger grew tense, veins subtly bulging.

Quinlyn observed the hostage child struggling to breathe, with lips turning blue, and realized that every second counted.

She swiftly blended into the cluster of children and, taking advantage of the moment when the perpetrator turned to glance at the mall entrance, she leaned in and yanked the hostage child's leg downwards.

Caught unawares, the criminal stumbled backwards, releasing the child. "Who the hell..." he exclaimed, turning around angrily and instinctively aiming his gun.

Quinlyn took a powerful blow to her forehead but managed to stay on her feet. Everyone around was stunned, barely daring to breathe, fearing the man might lose his composure and start shooting.

Ordinary individuals would have succumbed to such a threat, with accidental gunfire being a genuine concern. However, Quinlyn didn't shed a tear. Instead, she raised her hands slowly in a gesture of surrender.

For a brief moment, her deep eyes and calm demeanor startled the criminal. Eventually, relieved to have someone quiet for once, he picked her up without much hesitation and made her the new hostage.

Neither Joseph, who was upstairs, nor the nearby officers anticipated things to proceed so smoothly. Upon discovering that Quinlyn, the captive, was the one using a marker to suggest strategies, the police felt quite conflicted.

None of them would have guessed that a child's plan would actually be put into action. Now that things had reached this point, they could only go with the flow and cooperate.

After Quinlyn was taken hostage, she finally saw where the officers were positioned in the area.

However, they were too far away, and they would have to wait for them to move in to complete the operation. For now, all she had to do was remain calm and act like a prop.

But just as the officers were approaching, the thug's phone rang suddenly. The abrupt ringtone echoed through the air, causing everyone to halt in their tracks.

The man seemed to recognize the caller, and he became agitated. He tossed Quinlyn aside and, while aiming a gun at her, reached for his phone.

"Hello, Tammy, is that you? Break up? No, I don't want to break up... You said you want a lot of jewelry, right? I'm getting it ready now. Forget about a little bit, I'll give you whatever you want and propose today. Tammy? Hello, hello!"

As the man continued his frantic shouting, the call abruptly ended, completely unsettling his emotions.

Suddenly, tears streamed down his face as he shouted, "Liars! All of you are liars!" With those words, he went berserk, raising his gun as if to shoot everyone around. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Quinlyn lunged at him.