Chapter 431 Creating Difficulties For Wynter At The Quinnells

The structure was close to a bakery. Wynter had a big sack of bread in tow. "Eat," she replied, glancing down at the expressive vagrant. "Hic!" "I… I can't eat anymore!" Leaning on the wall was the vagrant. Unaware of the manipulations Wynter had pulled on him, he kept hiccuping from the bread in his mouth. He let out a wild laugh, saying, "Ha ha ha, hic!" "I no longer want to know." In his lips, Wynter shoved another slice of bread. "Eating is important; hunger is bad." The wanderer wanted to die, "I, hic! I was mistaken! I'm a young, youthful lady. It was only at that moment that Wynter reached out and took a needle from within him. Drenched in freezing sweat, the vagrant sank in the corner, gasping for breath. Wynter said in a quiet, unattached tone. "I'm getting impatient." Don't mince your words. Talk directly. on whom "The individual I have no idea who it was that handed me this. I was unable to glance up because I was lying down at the time.