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Chapter 179 80% Stanley cried again on his eighteenth birthday. His friends made sure to capture the entire spectacle on camera. Joseph bought the footage for a high price and had it displayed on a massive electronic billboard at the department store. When Stanley saw the video, he exploded in rage. "Joseph, I am going to kill you!" Larry pulled Quinlyn aside at just the right moment, handing her a slice of birthday cake while shaking his head in mock pity. "Quinlyn, take a good look. This is how terrifying a man's thirst for revenge can be." Back then, Stanley had recorded embarrassing footage of Joseph in the surveillance room. Now, Joseph was making sure the whole city got to enjoy Stanley's humiliating moment. His payback was ruthless.

Quinlyn watched the video Joseph had personally sent her, remaining silent.

At spoint, Edward stepped out for a while. Quinlyn, holding a glass of juice, went to look for Edward. She ran into him at the door. Edward was talking to Maurice.

It had been a long tsince she last saw Maurice. He was now skin and bones, his face covered in scruff. His wrinkled, unkempt shirt hung loosely off his frame. The arrogance he once had was long gone.

"Dad, please letcback," Maurice pleaded, his voice full of remorse. "I know I was wrong. I am so sorry. She manipulated me. If not for her, I never would have done those things. I have truly changed. Please, giveanother chance." Losing his privileged life had completely broken him. He knelt before Edward, sobbing uncontrollably.

Edward looked at Maurice, his expression unreadable. “What do you want?" Maurice's eyes lit up with hope. He quickly said, “Stanley is leaving for Jelasica. He has to continue his studies. There is no way he can manage his team while he is away.

"I may not have many talents, but I am good at managing people. Letbe the chairman. No, the general manager will do." Edward closed his eyes briefly, his tone carrying a hint of expon. "Th decision." is Stanley's company. I cannot make that "How can that be? You are his grandfather. You raised him. He has always listened to you." Maurice insisted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Quinlyn standing nearby. Embarrassment flashed across his face. "He is leaving for school, and you are not in a position to run the company. You cannot possibly hand it over to an outsider." "Who is an outsider?" Edward's voice suddenly turned icy.

Maurice froze. He wanted to explain, but it was already too late.

Crack! Edward's cane struck him hard.

"Ah!" Maurice cried out in pain.

"You still have the audacity to clooking for Stanley? Do you even deserve to be parents? She spends all her tsocializing, and you? Your only goal is to rip away what is mine just to patch up your failing company.

"Have either of you ever truly cared for Stanley? Today is your son's birthday, and you show up empty-handed, demanding his company the moment you open your mouth. I am embarrassed for you! "If you had even a shred of dignity, you would not be blaming a woman for your failures. You could have ctowith a written note, borrowed money, and rebuilt yourself from the ground up. At least then, I could respect you." 1/3 Chapter 179 Edward let out a deep, weary sigh, one filled with endless disappointment When he turned around, he saw Quinlyn standing not far away.

She had grown taller since they first met, no longer looking frail. Her eyes were still as clear and phone asesong No matter what Edward decided, Quinlyn would never interfere.

Back in the garden, she had been honest about who she was. She never asked for anything from him.

'Quinlyn and I share no blood relation, yet she is willing to help my grandson walk the right path. But they own sot? He would draindry if given the chance. Life truly is absurd, Edward thought.

"Quinlyn, chere," Edward called, raising a hand. Quinlyn walked over and handed him the juice.

After a brief pause, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of candy. "It is sweet" She knew Edward was heartbroken, and this was the only way she knew how to comfort him-just like before.

"Okay, I like sweet things. You should have stoo." Edward's hand trembled slightly as he peeled off the wrapper and placed the candy in her mouth.

He had endured too much pain in his youth, leaving him with lingering pain. He could no longer drink alcohol, only fruit juice to replenish his vitamins.

From the wrinkles at the corners of Edward's eyes, Quinlyn could see the passage of tcatching up to him. That was why he had agreed to see Maurice. He had hoped to give his blood relatives a chance to reconcile.

But Maurice had only disappointed him again.

"Edward, if you want, I-" Quinlyn started.

"Quinlyn," Edward interrupted her, raising his hand gently pat her head. He smiled kindly. "You are a good girl, loyal and compassionate.

"But sburdens are not yours to bear. All I want is for you to grow up well, to follow your heart, and to be a righteous and upright person. That is enough." The longer he spent with Quinlyn, the more his heart ached for her.

She was too exceptional as if the whole world's problems were waiting for her to grow up overnight and solve them.

Edward used to think the sway, but his feelings for her had grown too deep.

"If possible, lethelp you find your parents, alright?" This was Edward's final wish before he left this world. Quinlyn did not refuse. But at that moment, she felt more sadness than anticipation.

She had been left in the borderlands. Whether by choice or by force, the likelihood of her parents still being alive was slim.

Not long after Stanley's birthday, bad news cfrom Bennett. "Lionel disappeared at the border of Dorisia. The situation in that area is complicated. Our people could not continue tracking him. Quinlyn, I am afraid he will cafter you." That day, during the raid on the private club, not even a fly should have been able to escape. Yet Lionel had managed to flee. From the city to the airport, then onto a plane, everything had gone eerily smoothly.

"What about the pregnant women?" Quinlyn did not dwell on what had already happened. Instead, she asked about something else.

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Bennett hesitated before answering.

"The women have been sentenced accordingly. Once they give birth they will serve their tin prison. As for the high-profile client list you mentioned, we found nothing unusual. Do you really think those pregnant women are suspicious?" It was not the women. It was the children.

Quinlyn was certain Lionel was hiding something. She had paid close Gom attention when she was at the N hospital. The meals provided on the upper floors were exceptionally clean and nutritious. Even the daily bowel movements of the mothers were recorded in meticulous detail. Yet, there were no medical staff assigned to the area.

That meant if any of the women fell ill, they would receive no treatment, no medicine, and no doctors. That did not make sense.

But aside from that, neither the USB drive nor the laboratory had provided any clues. Quinlyn had no way to investigate further.

"For now, I will have people protect you around the clock. Be careful Bennett gave his warning; then added with a hint of guilt, "This was our mistake. I am sorry, Quinlyn." Quinlyn did not blthem. She had been involved in planning the operation. She had to take responsibility for the outcome.

Days passed with no further news. Then, Quinlyn received a package. It was delivered to the Wilson residence. The gardener brought it inside, cradling it in his arms. "Ms. Yates, an international package. Pretty heavy." He placed it on the table with a smile.

Quinlyn walked over and glanced at the shipping label. It was from Minado.

She took a paper cutter and sliced through the tape on the top layer. Lifting the lid, she found a human head sitting neatly inside.

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