Chapter 122: Position
"They may not be like any normal village, but he is lying," Quinn declared before suddenly hurling the man against the wall, pressing his elbow against his chest.
"W—what ar—are you doing?" The man stammered, struggling to breathe.
"Quinn! What are you doing?! Let him go!" Belle commanded, bewildered by his sudden aggression.
Quinn ignored her, his gaze locked onto the man. "Will you tell her, or shall I?"
The man’s expression shifted and, "I knew you were not ordinary, just didn’t expect you to be this smart." Bursting into laughter that made Belle’s mouth part in shock. So he had been acting all along? No wonder he seemed to be willing to divulge information without even knowing their identities.
Determined, she stepped forward and seized a fistful of his hair, yanking it sharply. "Tell me the truth, or I will make you bald," she threatened, her voice laced with fury.
The man winced but finally confessed, "Everything I said was true... except for one thing, we sell the babies to the witches for money."
Belle’s grip tightened. That was too small a confession. "Then how do these babies actually end up abandoned?" She demanded. "And don’t you dare leave out a single detail." Another tug made the man cry out in pain.
Quinn smirked, impressed. Even with a baby in her arms, Belle showed no hesitation. She looked every bit the fierce protector, a mother, and a wife. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, ’Would she have held our child the same way?’