The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711 He Knows Phi 

Chapter 711 He Knows Phil 

A living person had to say “please” for a dead spirit to consume food from the human realm. 

Cody, who was unaware he was no longer among the living, still had impeccable manners. After hearing Wynter’s invitation, he finally began to eat. 

Despite Cody’s ravenous hunger, there was still grace in his actions. He divided the paella into two portions before quickly devouring his half. Next, he eyed the apple in front of him. 

While Cody ate, Wynter fetched some paper and a pen. She planned to draw items for him, allowing him to receive them in the spirit world. 

For example, she noticed his worn–out straw sandals, so frayed they had caused blisters on his feet. 

Seeing him pause, Wynter asked gently, “Why aren’t you eating?” 

“I want to take the leftovers back to share with the others.” 

Cody touched the back of his head in embarrassment before continuing, “My uncle and brother haven’t eaten for a long time. They gave me the last half of the bread so that I would have the energy for the train 

ride.” 

Wynter hesitated for a moment before smiling. “Please finish the food. I’ll whip up another batch for you. You can bring all these fruits from the kitchen, too.” 

“B–But I can’t afford all this. It’s too much,” Cody hastily replied. 

Wynter settled into her seat and locked eyes with Cody. “Didn’t your uncle mention that you can rely on the Quinnell family for help anytime you face difficulties, especially with money, food, or supplies?” 

Cody tapped his head as his memory seemed a bit foggy. “My uncle did say that the Quinnell family is one of our bases. Oh, yes! The Youth Daily and the Quinnell family.” 

Wynter tousled his hair and replied, “So, you can have them all.” 

Cody nodded, turning to glance at the shelf beside him. “I’ve never seen so many fruits. My uncle and the others will be thrilled!” He looked up with eyes shimmering. “Thank you so much!” 

“It’s nothing.” Wynter replied. 

Through their conversation, Wynter/realized Cody was not merely a paperboy. He belonged to the Little Red Army. 

He had an extra layer of clothing beneath his coat and calloused hands from handling a gun at such a 

young age. 

In addition, he was mindful not to waste food, even picking up stray grains stuck to his clothes and leaving nothing on his plate. 

The letter he brought seemed far from ordinary, 

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Wynter asked, “May I have the letter?” 

Cody immediately tensed and stepped back. He halted just in time, and his dirt–smeared face turned serious. “I’m sorry, miss. I must hand the letter to Mr. Quinnell himself.” 

“All right, I understand,” Wynter replied, contemplating how to inform Fabian about the sender’s presence. 

Suddenly, a noise came from the other side. It was Phil.