Chapter 259 Can’t Dislike Elliot


    Upon hearing Garfield’s words, Wynter paused. Her hand hovered over the purple sugilite pendant.


    Ryan nced 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 imed, 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 uneptable.


    ording 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 inte 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… iprehensible.


    If all parents in the world acted simrly and allowed a stranger to rece 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 particrly


    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 nce at him. Despite his injury, Elliot


    continued to stand protectively close


    in front of her.


    Although Wynter couldn’tprehend 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 contemted.


    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 ced her hand in his. After ensuring she was unharmed, Dalton removed his


    beaded bracelet and ced it on her


    wrist.


    “I can’t ept 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 rx. You can give it back to meter.” 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 usible exnation.


    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 cers in the yard.


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    “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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