Chapter 333 The Hidden Gift
Quentin understood right away.
Just then, the old woman turned, her bright eyes narrowing with suspicion as she looked at Theresa Hall “Ryan, who’s she?”
Quentin gripped Theresa’s wrist without hesitation. “Your daughter–inw.”
Theresa said nothing, caughtpletely off guaril.
The old woman grew even more excited. She grabbed Quentin and dragged him toward a room up ahead. As she walked, <b>she </b>rambled. “I got some money saved up for you two. I’ll sell the house to Mr. Elijah, get you enough for a <b>down </b>payment. Go grab yourselves a nice ce in the city.”
Theresa and Quentin exchanged a nce but didn’t say anything.
They <b>hadn’t </b>gone far when the old woman stopped at a locked room. Her hands trembled as she fumbled for a key and opened the <b>door</b><b>. </b>
Inside was a surprisingly neat and spotless old room. Every surface sparkled and stood in sharp contrast to the dusty, chaotic hallway outside.
“Come on in. I’ll grab you something to cat.”
Theresa kicked Quentin.
He kept his tone light. “<b>Mom</b><b>, </b>have you seen anyone else?”
“Others… The old woman paused. She didn’t answer and instead yanked them both into the room with force.
Quentin’s instincts kicked in. “Mom, if you don’t tell me, I’m not going <b>in</b><b>.” </b>
The old woman turned to him with a firm look. “You’re not going anywhere till you eat!”
Quentin mumbled, “I’m not a kid. I don’t y anymore.”
“You’ll always be a kid to me! Now eat first!”
Her face turned serious. Her dried–up hands were like iron mps as she pulled him inside.
Once they were in, she shuffled toward the kitchen.
Quentin nced back at Theresa. “Beautiful, what do we do now?”
Theresa stared at the old woman as her mind raced.
This was the first person she’d encountered here. Everything about her felt off.
Something’s wrong with her. I’m sure she has something to do with Kyle and the others disappearing.
She must have some kind of ability, maybe even a mutated one like Emma‘
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“Just y along. Get her to talk. See if we can find where Kyle and the others are.”
Quentin nodded. “Got it,”
At that moment, the old <b>woman </b>returned holding two <b>cans </b>of earned yellow peaches.
“Your favorite, canned peaches. Eat <b>up.</b>”
Theresa <b>instantly </b>noticed mold on the cans. The peaches inside looked like they’d been burned by cigarette butts and were covered in bluish–gray fuzz
Quentin grinned. I’m not hungry right now.”
“Doesn’t matter if you’re hungry, you’re eating! You’ve always loved these. I saved them just for you.” She fumbled with the lid and pulled a shiny spoon from her pocket.
She shoved the spoon into the can <b>and </b>locked eyes on Quentin, like the whole day couldn’t move forward if he didn’t eat.
Quentin took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and shoveled in a bite.
Whatever. I’m halfbie. I won’t die from this
He ate it.
The old woman’s cold aura melted instantly as she beamed with delight. She looked at Theresa and tried to hand her a can, too.
“You <b>have </b>some <b>too</b>.”
Before she could speak, Quentin took it from her. “Mom, she doesn’t like them. I’ll eat hers too.”
Theresa stifled augh. The old woman chuckled <b>along</b>.
As theyughed, the old woman turned to Theresa. “Come with me.”
“<b>Mom</b>!” Quentin called out as he tried to stop her.
“I’m not going to kill her!” she snapped, ring at him. “What, you get a wife and suddenly I don’t exist?”
“Come on, follow <b>me</b>.
Without waiting, she turned and headed toward another room.
Theresa stood up.
“Beautiful.” Quentin said quietly!
“Let
me check it out.
“Wait.” Quentin stopped her. He carefully tied the red string around her <b>wrist </b>and knotted it tight. “Be careful.”
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“I will.”
Theresa walked step by step toward the old woman’s room.
As soon as she stepped inside, the door mmed shut behind her.
She stayed on high alert as arge iron box appeared in front of her.
The old woman held it like it was treasure and walked over with a big smile. <b>“</b>Come take a look”
Theresa frowned. “What is it?”
“This is all for you. The old woman cheerfully opened the box. Inside was a thick stack of moldy money <b>and </b>a small red booklet.
“I saved this for Ryan’s wife. There’s thirty thousand in here, and that’s the deed to the old house. It’s <b>all </b>yours now.