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Chapter 239 Chapter 239 100% +58 It was just two fish, and the fine wouldn't be more than a few hundred dollars. However, the security guard wasn't letting Quinlyn and Zane off easily-he had been playing cards all night, lost smoney, and was now on edge.

He snorted. "You think you can do whatever you want just because you have money? I'm telling you, even money won't work. You brat, what are you looking at? Keep looking and I'll teach you a lesson!" 'Wanna intimatewith money? No way. And how dare the little brat stare atlike this?' The security guard was unhappy, and he took out his baton from his waist, wanting to intimidate them.

But as soon as he raised his stick, he felt an immense force hit his face and sent him flying. Zane, who had been reasoning with him just a second ago, pounced on him and rained punches down on him.

Quinlyn paused for a moment before rushing over to pull Zane off the security guard, who was covered in blood and nearly unconscious.

She immediately called the bodyguards over and helped Zane up. "Let's go," she said softly.

Zane's face was grim. He went to the ice hole, washed the blood off his hands, and released his fish. Then he picked up Quinlyn's fish and slowly walked back into the woods.

The campsite was far away, and Cher hadn't heard anything. Still, she sensed something was wrong as they approached. "There was a fight?" she asked.

Zane and Quinlyn both stiffened, then nodded in unison.

"I started the fight." "Zane was protecting me." Quinlyn explained what happened and looked at Cher's face. Even though it was self-defense, it was definitely excessive. As a judge, Cher would surely notice.

However, Cher just nodded without comment. With her usual expression, she told them to change and get ready for the picnic.

That struck Quinlyn as odd. 'From the thief earlier to the retaliatory pebbles on the doorstep, and now Zane's actions-none of them seems like something a judge would tolerate. What does evil judge even mean?' ***** At lunch, Zane grilled fish using tin foil and a variety of extra seasonings. His culinary skills could rival those of a hotel chef, leaving Quinlyn completely captivated by the delicious aroma.

After lunch, Zane went to collect firewood.

"What do you think of him?" Cher asked with a smile, leisurely sipping her coffee.

Quinlyn looked down at the hand warmer Zane had given her when he was chipping ice. "Zane is a good person," she replied.

Cher chuckled. "You've spent less than a day together, and he resorted to violence right in front of you. How is he a good person?" Quinlyn shook her head, a note of certainty in her voice. "He may not talk much, but he takes care of me. If that security guard's baton was aimed at him, I don't think he would have fought back." 1/3 08:19 Fri, 11 Apr Chapter 239 She could tell that Zane didn't have a violent streak. Still, his unexpected actions took her by surprise.

K100% Cher nodded and decided to drop the questioning. "You're right about him. He's always been a gentle and kind soul.

"There's a term in psychology called PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder. It means that after a person has been hurt to a certain extent, they will form a conditioned reflex. Speople choose to fight back, while others choose to avoid and fear," Obviously, Zane was the latter.

Quinlyn guessed that Zane must have suffered a lot, or might have done all kinds of jobs, but she didn't expect it to be this serious.

Cher continued, “He was abused by his father when he was a child, so he can't stand to see children being beaten." This was also the reason why they didn't want children.

Quinlyn held the hand warmer and voiced her thoughts. "If you two had a child, Zane would love her very much. Cher was taken aback, then fell into a long silence.

The outing went smoothly. On the way back, Quinlyn fell asleep in the back seat of the car. Occasionally, when she opened her eyes, she could see the hands of Cher and Zane clasped together through the gap between the seats.

She wanted to remind them to pay attention to driving safety. But the heating was too strong and she was too sleepy. She fell asleep all the way to the Perry residence.

As she got out of the car, she noticed the neighbor's child who had cout to hang up Christmas lights. He was staring at her and touching his head, clearly still upset with her for throwing the pebble at him.

"What are you looking at? Get in now." The parent who cout of the door slapped him on the head and shoved him back inside.

Instantly, a deafening cry cfrom next door.

"Ugh, the sound of a child crying drivescrazy. Aren't there any children in this world who don't cry?" Cher rubbed her ears and hurried into her house to avoid the noise.

Zane glanced in that direction and went inside.

Quinlyn still wanted to catch up on her sleep. Last night, she had forgotten the twhile looking at the stars. But as she got back to her room, she received several calls from her brothers. They had just returned from winter camp.

"Why did they take you to the Perry residence? How about I go pick you up now. Edward misses you too." "There are no children at the Perry residence for you to play with. It just so happens that we are training a group of guards in the backyard to go abroad for a competition. You should cand watch." "Cback for dinner. I miss you." One could be a coincidence, but for all three of them to want to take her away at the stime, Quinlyn found it quite strange.

"Cher and Zane are very nice. Why don't you wantto stay?" she asked bluntly.

The three brothers avoided the topic. Unable to get an answer, Quinlyn decided to call Mandy.

Mandy exclaimed, "What? You said you were going to a relative's house, and it turned out to be Ms. Richardson's? Quinlyn, maybe you should leave. I can pick you up, 2/3 08:19 Fri, 11 Apr.

Chapter 239 Everyone had the sreaction, which made Quinlyn frown. "Why?" 100% 68

Mandy didn't think too much about it and said directly, "I heard it from my friends. They said that Msve Richardson has a bad reputation-she's married to a murderer and everyone calls her the 'evil judge.

"She issues unfair sentences and even twists the law to protect her husband: Quinlyn, you really need to be careful with the Perry family. Zane is a killer." The last sentence echoed in the silent room. Quinlyn finally understood why everyone, including the neighbors, was so resistant to the Perry family.

Quinlyn went downstairs for dinner as usual.

Zane had gone out to buy a Christmas tree and a bunch of decorations. Now, he was setting them up in the living room.

With the lights on, the warm yellow tone no longer seemed gloomy but rather cozy.

Struggling with her hands, Cher gave up after messing up a few decorations and sprawled out on the couch to read instead.

Quinlyn and Zane, on the other hand, were in the zone. They started by racing to see who could decorate faster, then moved on to create different patterns.

The fire in the fireplace crackled occasionally.

Cher, without realizing it, had been watching their competition for a long time, forgetting even her beloved book.

Cher felt that Quinlyn was actually more like Zane. They shared similar tough backgrounds, intelligent minds, talents, reticence, and kind hearts. Despite having no physical resemblance, bathed in the glow of the fireplace, they seemed like the sperson.

Suddenly, she thought of Quinlyn's words-"If you two had a child, Zane would love her very much." That night, on the second floor, light emanated from under the master bedroom door, accompanied by whispers.

"Zane, while I'm still young, let's have a baby. You can't refuse. Legally, this is your obligation." AD Comment