Chapter 259
259 Can’t Dislike Elliot
Upon hearing Garfield’s words, Wynter paused. Her hand hovered over the purple sugilite pendant.
Ryan glanced at Wynter, his m*uth slightly agape. If that was the case, then Wynter…
Wynter knew what Ryan was thinking. She furrowed her brows slightly and said, “I was switched at
birth, not trafficked.”
At least, that was what the Quirks had claimed, though they weren’t exactly trustworthy. Wynter
decided to keep that part to herself. Honestly, she found the actions of the Quinnells, raising that
spoiled
woman, rather unacceptable.
According to Ryan, the Quinnells had been spoiling Naomi simply
because she looked too much like Ms. Quinnell when she was young.
From Wynter’s perspective, it was akin to projecting love onto a
surrogate.
Nevertheless, it was understandable to lose track of and fail to locate
a child back then, especially in remote areas.
After all, the internet was not as widespread at the time. Moreover, facial recognition, DNA sampling,
and household registration checks were not as advanced as they were now.
Moreover, human traffickers often used cunning strategies, making it extremely difficult to recover
abducted children. Many parents traversed mountains and rivers, prematurely aging in their relentless
search.
However, Wynter found the Quinnells’ decision to raise a child solely
because she resembled their lost girl rather… incomprehensible.
If all parents in the world acted similarly and allowed a stranger to replace their missing daughter, what
hope would remain for those abducted girls who still clung to the hope of being reunited with their
families?
Elliot couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but he sensed a subtle reluctance from Wynter toward the Quinnell
family, despite her smiling demeanor and light-hearted attitude. His intuition suggested that she
harbored some aversion toward the Quinnell family.
The realization left Elliot feeling somewhat disappointed, though he couldn’t quite understand why.
Nevertheless, his overwhelming determination to find his little sister overshadowed these sentiments.
He turned his gaze toward Dalton. It was evident that the two were acquainted, but not particularly
close.
“Hand him over to me, and I’ll owe you one,” Elliot said urgently.
Wynter’s attention was drawn by Elliot’s words, causing her to glance at him. Despite his injury, Elliot
continued to stand protectively close
in front of her.
Although Wynter couldn’t comprehend the actions of the Quinnell family, she couldn’t bring herself to
dislike Elliot Quinnell.
It was odd. Given her typically retaliatory nature, she would have normally distanced herself from the
family whose adoptive daughter, Naomi, looked down on her and disrupted her and her grandmother’s
peaceful life.
Could it be that adversity had forged a friendship between them?
Wynter’s gaze lingered on Elliot for a long moment as she contemplated.
Noticing Wynter’s unwavering gaze on Elliot, Dalton tightened his l*ps, and his tone grew colder. “He’s
yours. You don’t owe me anything. I’ve already promised Mr. Quinnell Senior to assist in this matter.”
Extending his hand, Dalton added with a gentle smile, “Can I have my frightened girlfriend back by my
side now?”
Wynter smiled and placed her hand in his. After ensuring she was unharmed, Dalton removed his
beaded bracelet and placed it on her
wrist.
“I can’t accept this,” Wynter protested.
They stood so close that she felt as if she was enveloped in his embrace, surrounded by his refreshing
scent.
“It’s to help you relax. You can give it back to me later.” Dalton’s deep voice was rather soothing, “After
all, you might have nightmares after what happened today.”
Nightmare? Wynter wasn’t sure what he meant, but she was often the cause of nightmares for others.
“I doubt you’ll easily forget someone as ugly as Hubert,” Dalton
offered a plausible explanation.
Wynter couldn’t deny it. She still couldn’t shake off the memory of Huber’s face or the neighborhood
where the Quirks lived.
Digging into her memory, Wynter began to describe what she had seen. “There are other abducted
girls in that neighborhood. I can’t
rescue them all.
“Every household has dogs there. When you sneak in, check the sheds and cellars in the yard.
“The minivan I took is for transportation. It’s parked at the third house from the entrance of the
neighborhood. You should start from there.”
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