The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 116: Despicable Creatures

The night wind gently blows, carrying a hint of chill, dispersing the murky air through the entrance of the public cave.

The cave is extremely dark, with only some moonlight casting in, illuminating a corner of the cave and reflecting faces of mockery, disdain, and disgust, with all kinds of harsh words filling the air.

"Did you hear she’s got amnesia?"

"I think she’s faking it because she can’t escape and is afraid the leader will kill her when she’s caught, so she pretends to have amnesia."

"I think she’s pretending too."

"The leader is really merciful to have actually let her go."

"Doesn’t she have several lovers? Why aren’t they coming to rescue her?"

"I heard a beastman from The Raging Lion Tribe risked danger to rush into the dungeon and save her. The two of them fled all the way to the cliff bottom, only to be found and killed by Corbin Crowley. The other lovers are too scared to show their faces, fearing they’ll be killed too."

"Betraying the leader is one thing, but secretly giving birth to a bastard child, and even more bizarre, using the leader’s belongings to support the bastard and her lovers’ family. Never seen someone so shameless!"

"I heard she even wanted to harm Luna Sutton. They say even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs, yet she doesn’t spare her own daughter. Her heart must be pitch-black."

...

Quinn Morgan sits in the dim corner, listening to the surrounding discussions, feeling utterly confused.

She doesn’t know what she might have done, but from the conversations of these females, she vaguely pieces together her past—a malicious woman who betrayed the leader, raised several lovers and bastards, and even attempted to kill her own daughter.

Her fingers unconsciously twist the tattered beast skin skirt, her mind blank.

The so-called memories are like being shrouded in a thick fog, impossible to recall.

She even can’t comprehend why she would do such things.

Has she lost her mind?

"Quinn Morgan, you wretched female!"

A female suddenly rushes in front of her and viciously kicks her, scolding with disgust, "You still have the face to sit here? Why don’t you go die?"

It’s not that she hates Quinn Morgan so much, but the idea of trampling the former leader’s wife underfoot brings her particular satisfaction.

Quinn Morgan is kicked to the ground, her arm and knee hitting the floor, pain bringing tears to her eyes.

And the kick to her chest, that feeling is beyond painful, like she’s dying.

She’s furious inside, even if she was once bad and malicious, what does it have to do with these females?

Why should they bully her?

But understanding her current situation, she just holds back the anger, without resisting.

Seeing her like this, the surrounding females get even more excited, as if they’ve found new entertainment.

"Wow, isn’t this the once-impressive Quinn Morgan? Why is she lying on the ground like a dog now?"

"This wretched female should have been kicked out of the tribe long ago!"

"Exactly, and she had a bastard child, absolutely a disgrace to our tribe!"

All kinds of nasty insults and mocking voices rise and fall, some even kicking at her, seemingly wanting to trample Quinn Morgan’s dignity completely.

At this moment, a figure rushes into the cave, a gorgeous face, a hot and sexy body, none other than Mia.

Seeing all these females bullying Quinn Morgan, her face instantly turns dark and extremely unpleasant.

"What are you guys doing? Stop it."

She angrily shoves the females who were being aggressive, coldly mocking, "Even if she’s made mistakes, it’s not your place to punish her. Who do you think you are?"

These damn wretched females dare bully her Matron, they deserve to die.

Mia is enraged, raising her arm, she slaps them one by one.

Whoever just made a move, she slaps them. The sound of crisp slaps echoes in the cave, with force.

Except for that ugly Luna Sutton, she totally disregards the other females in the tribe.

Especially those living in common tribe lands, they’re just lowly females without beast husbands or parental support.

They rely on the tribe’s daily piece of meat to survive, otherwise, they’d starve to death by now.

The females are caught off guard by the beating, retreating one after another, covering their faces, not daring to make a sound.

Though they’re usually very jealous and dissatisfied with Mia, gossiping about her behind her back.

But no one dares to confront her directly.

After all, Mia is the most beautiful female in the tribe, with seven strong beast husbands, her status is exceptional.

"Do you lowly things deserve to touch my Matron?"

Mia coldly scans them, her eyes full of contempt and anger.

She turned around to look at Quinn Morgan, seeing her curled up on the ground, face pale, expression bewildered and helpless, feeling uneasy inside, her expressions complex.

Quinn Morgan is her biological mother, though her birth was not honorable, Quinn Morgan has been exceptionally good to her.

From childhood to adulthood, Quinn Morgan always gave her the best things and protected her in every possible way.

Even, she had repeatedly bothered Cynthia for her sake.

In her heart, she knew she was truly moved.

"Matron, are you okay?"

Mia squatted down, reached out to help Quinn Morgan up, her expression gentle and concerned.

Previously, she did not dare to rightly call Quinn Morgan as Matron, but now she dared to.

Unfortunately, Matron was no longer the same Matron.

Quinn Morgan raised her head to look at Mia, her expression confused and bewildered, seeing her call her Matron, she then knew it was her daughter.

But she truly had no impression at all.

She opened her mouth, her voice a bit hoarse, "You... are my daughter?"

Mia was stunned, then frowned, "Matron, have you really lost your memory?"

Quinn Morgan shook her head in confusion, "I... really can’t remember."

Mia was stunned again, originally thinking Matron was pretending, but unexpectedly, she had indeed lost her memory.

She glanced at the surrounding females, thinking that Matron might be scared of exposing anything and dared not admit it.

She thought of taking her back to her cave and asking carefully once no one was around.

But as soon as Mia led Quinn Morgan to the cave entrance, a tall figure blocked her path.

It was Wolf One.

Wolf One, with a cold face, his gaze like a knife sweeping over Mia and Quinn Morgan, his voice cold, "Mia, the leader has ordered that Quinn Morgan must be immediately imprisoned in the dungeon, no one can stop it."

Mia’s face changed, her eyes flashed with anger, "Wolf One, do you dare to stop me?"

Wolf One did not give way, coldly said, "The leader’s order, I must execute. Mia, don’t make it hard for me."

Mia’s heart burned with anger, Wolf One was the leader’s confidant, his words represented the leader’s will.

If she forcibly took Quinn Morgan away, not only would she offend Wolf One, but also anger the leader.

Thinking of the consequences of angering the leader, she could not help but shiver, her attitude instantly softened.

"Wolf One, Matron has lost her memory, she doesn’t even know what she did. Can’t you just let her go?"

Mia tried to persuade Wolf One, her words carrying a hint of plea.

Matron finally left that ghostly dungeon, if she went back in, she would truly die.

Wolf One frowned, "Mia, Quinn Morgan intended to kill the young lady, and with what she did before, how could the leader tolerate her? This is the leader’s will, I just execute orders. If you really have opinions, you can go find the leader."

Mia’s face froze instantly, letting her find the leader? The leader would never listen to her. If it were useful, she would have gone already.

Suddenly, she thought of Cynthia.

The leader always cherished that ugly Cynthia, if she was willing to intercede for Matron, maybe the leader would spare Matron.

She wasn’t worried Cynthia wouldn’t agree, no matter how Cynthia was also born to Matron, it was impossible for her to really harden her heart to watch Matron die.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed Corbin Crowley out in the middle of the night back then.

Mia thought of this, her heart instantly had a plan, her attitude towards Wolf One also improved greatly, "Wolf One, I understand, I won’t make it hard for you."

With that, she said a few comforting words to Quinn Morgan, and then went to find Cynthia.

Although she felt very reluctant inside.

Cynthia had no idea what was happening here.

At this moment, she had already come to the back mountain of The Wolf Tribe with Rhys Blackwood.

The night was hazy, moonlight like water, shining between the dense trees, as if covered in a mysterious veil.

"Rhys Blackwood, what do you think of this place?"

Cynthia looked around, nodded in satisfaction, "It is quiet here and won’t be disturbed, a perfect place for a hot pot, and we can enjoy the night view."

Rhys Blackwood glanced around, also finding the place nice.

Mainly quiet, and at some distance from where the Beastmen live, the aroma hopefully won’t drift that far, avoiding attracting a few food-snatching fellows.

He nodded slightly, expressing agreement.