Chapter 271 Fanny’s Backers


    Fanny recounted somewhat apprehensively, “Dickson and I wanted to sell you off as quickly as we


    could, but that thing around your neck


    was an eyesore.


    “We couldn’t find a buyer. That sugilite pot glowed and had an


    engraving on its back.”


    The engraving was a single word, but it meant neither wealth nor good fortune. It was “soul”. No one


    would dare to acquire something


    like that, much less keep it.


    Shuddering, Fanny continued, “I had an elder in our vige take a look at the thing around your neck.


    He told me it was made from something deep under the earth.


    “He imed that it was cursed and told us to get rid of it quickly. That


    included getting rid of you too.


    “Dickson and I abandoned you out of fear. Weter sold the pendant


    to Mr. Rathbone, a jewelry collector in Southdale.”


    Mr. Rathbone, Southdale. Wynter stroked her chin as she considered


    this information. “What about thatndslide that year?”


    “Dickson and I ran off after we swapped you with the Yates’ daughter,


    Fanny said. Fear shed in her eyes when she met Wynter’s gaze.”


    We thought you were the cause of thendslide.


    “After we got to the town, we found out that no one died in the


    “As for you, you were mistaken for the Yates’ daughter and taken


    away” away.”


    Wynter lowered her gaze. “So where did you kidnap me from?”


    “Kingbourne, of course,” Fanny replied. She paused in hesitation and asked, “I mean, isn’t your


    brother…”


    “My brother?” Wynter’s eyes narrowed.


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    “The man you rescued from the cer, he’s…” Fanny broke off as


    realization dawned upon her.


    Her eyes widened. “You tricked me! You don’t remember anything.


    from when you were young!”


    Wynter didn’t deny this as she rose to her feet. True to her intelligence


    and with the help of Fanny’s story, she had already figured out her


    identity. In that case, Ryan’s behavior earlier made sense.


    It was medically discouraged for siblings to donate blood to each. other because their blood was too


    simr. That was why Wynter’s blood couldn’t be used for Elliot’s transfusion.


    Blood from closely rted or immediate family could lead to the recipient’s white blood cells attacking


    the recipient’s lymphatic cells. This might result in seriousplications and put the recipient’s life in


    danger.


    Wynter clutched her pendant. Her beautiful face was impassive. After so long, she turned out to be a


    daughter of the Quinnell family in Kingbourne.


    It wasn’t as if she hadn’t guessed it. She had a feeling that might be


    true aftering to Paradise Vige. Now that she had her answer, she didn’t feel any differently about


    things.


    When the Yates first kicked her out of their home, Wynter thought her real parents were living in a


    vige somewhere.


    She had nned on making big bucks so that she and her family could thrive together, but that dream


    was long gone. The sugilite


    charm was the only lead she had left.


    Wynter didn’t know why the memories wereing back all of a


    sudden. When she first saw Fanny in Southdale, certain images


    surfaced in her mind. Now, she finally found the missing links that


    had kept her from seeing the full picture.


    However, there was still something Wynter couldn’t figure out. She


    leaned forward and whispered into Fanny’s ear, “You strike me as the


    money-grubbing type. You could have made a small fortune if you’d


    just told the Quinnells my whereabouts.


    “So why didn’t you tell them the truth instead of giving them false


    clues?”


    “I- I was worried about getting caught,” Fanny stammered.


    She avoided Wynter’s gaze as she continued, “Our livelihood would have been cut off if someone could


    just walk up to us and ask about


    their kid’s whereabouts.


    “It would be fine if they were from the county. But if word got out, then we could get caught if someone


    simply did some digging. I doubt anyone would let us off the hook. So I kept quiet about this.”


    Analytical as ever, Wynter mused, “When was thest time you didn’t


    risk something for money, Fanny? Fear would never stop you from taking the Quinnell’s money.


    “I can only think of one good reason why you kept my whereabouts a secret from them. Someone


    offered you more money.”


    Fanny shuddered.


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