Female Novel
Chapter 1469
Ten minutes ticked by when a knock sounded on the door; it was Quentin's voice piercing the silence.
"Maja, it seems like Patric's running a fever. We're out of meds. I'm going to pop out and grab some
fever reducers."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
Maja opened the door and made her way to Patric's room.
Patric was lying in bed, his eyelashes fluttering non-stop.
Quentin had left to fetch the medicine, and he wouldn't be back for at least half an hour.
Patric's clothes had been changed, and Maja took a nearby towel, dampened it with water, and laid it
across his forehead.
His eyelashes kept quivering, his sleep troubled. During his restless moments, his arm revealed a
patchwork of needle marks, a horrific sight.
The thought of this body belonging to Eric stirred a mix of emotions in Maja.
After all, Eric himself hadn't done anything to harm her. It was all Patric's doing, and it wasn't fair to
blame Eric.
But the scars on this body were Eric's burden to bear.
Meanwhile, Quentin stepped under an awning, umbrella in hand, as he rounded a corner. He glanced
skyward briefly before noticing footsteps behind him. He sidestepped, tucking his umbrella away, andnovelbin
casually asked the person following him.
"Any news?"
"Mr. Gellar, still no sign of the Holy Daughter, but K has resurfaced in the organization. He's been holed
up lately, not sure what he's plotting."
Quentin's youthful demeanor vanished as he rubbed his fingertips together thoughtfully.
"Keep an eye on him. If K makes a move, let me know straight away. I've located the jellyfish seal. I'll
be bringing it back soon."
The person behind him knelt instantly, a look of joy on their face.
"Congratulations, Mr. Gellar."
The title of Mr. Gellar had been passed down to him, and ever since the Holy Daughter had gone
missing, everyone had been scrambling for the jellyfish seal, hoping to lay legitimate claim to the
throne. But years had gone by without a whisper of the seal.
A dark glint passed through his eyes. "Keep tabs on that woman from Outer Island. A traitor to the Holy
Daughter doesn't deserve an easy life."
"Understood."
Quentin popped his umbrella back open, on the verge of departure, when he suddenly inquired.
"And Ian, where is he now?"
"He entered Inner Island just a day ago, Mr. Gellar."
Quentin squinted, thinking of Maja's state, and licked his teeth with a predatory air.
"Forbidden Island is my turf. I don't want him anywhere near Maja, nor do I want them leaving alive.
Make it happen."
"Yes, sir."
The man shuddered under Quentin's gaze.
Who would have thought that this young man was the true master of Forbidden Island?
Those who came from the outside would find themselves pawns in his game.
This place had the highest number of mental hospitals, and this young man was the most ruthless of
players.
Once he grew bored, he'd reveal the truth behind the charade he'd orchestrated and send those people
straight to the mental hospital.
People in Forbidden Island revered him, and the core figures knew of his fondness for games. They
supported whatever play he wished to put on.
But this time, the prey was different. This time, the prey seemed to be intricately linked to the Holy
Daughter.
However, anyone sniffing around for the Holy Daughter couldn't be up to any good.
Especially since she might possess the jellyfish seal.
This was Quentin's goal. He had to secure that position.
A sly smile crept onto his face as he stepped into the pharmacy next door.
And the man awaiting orders had already vanished into the shadows.