Chapter 373 Intentional Sabotage
“I would have retaliated, too,” Wynter said c o o l l y. “I’m in no position to give you advice.”
The specter was delighted. “Out of respect to you, I’ll spare this Bailey guy. I’ll head to the Scotts immediately!”
“Wait.” Wynter bit into her finger before pressing on the phone. “The Scotts have someone guiding them spiritually. Let me know if you run into trouble. I’ll come and save you.”
This was the first time the specter heard someone offer to rescue him. He paused for a moment, forming the idea of a mother in his
mind for the first time.
He dropped his resentment.
At the moment, it wasn’t only Austin and Logan who felt a remarkable sense of relief. Even Rupert, who already had one foot off the second floor’s balcony, decided not to end his life.
Rupert’s family was still bawling their eyes out when he told his grandfather, “Grandpa, it’s the Scotts. They’ve messed with the spirits and pinned them on me.”
With that, he collapsed in his grandfather’s arms.
Although the Fentons and Baileys were not as powerful as the Scotts, they were affluent families in their own right and didn’t need to rely on the Scotts for their livelihood.
Hearing his grandson, Andrew Bailey understood there was more to
the accident than it first seemed. He would never treat the Scotts the
same way again.
They had never wronged anyone, yet in the end, they were harmed by
the Scotts.
Andrew kept this grudge in mind.
At the Scott family’s mansion on the mountainside, Peter seemingly invited Darrell over for a cleansing ritual.
In reality, there was someone else he wanted to meet due to the successive failures in Southdale, and then Kingbourne.
That man wore a rosary bracelet that was wrapped around his wrist
twice.
After he took a seat in the center of the Scotts’ backyard, he spoke calmly, “Don’t worry. Even though it’s not easy to get rid of a specter, didn’t you already redirect its resentment someplace else? Your grandson will be fine.”
“I know. Your divinations have never been wrong.” Peter was very
respectful of this guest.
Peter’s guest stood up. “Then let’s discuss more important matters.
Why has Jackson returned from Southdale? Did you not receive news
of this?”
“The person we sent only found out after Jackson arrived in
Kingbourne.” Peter clenched his fists. “Also, the Quinnells have found
their daughter. I’m afraid her presence would hinder our plans.”
Twirling his sandalwood beads, the guest replied, “What can she do? As long as we have Shane under control, the Quinnells are destined
for decline.
“I’ve told you before that unless a miracle happens, it’s hard to restore the flow of good fortune. Be patient. We’ve waited for so many years, a little longer won’t hurt.”
Peter nodded, his gaze drifting to the closed door where Darrell continued his ritual. Mason would be safe after today.
Little did Peter know, their ritual had already been foiled.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Wynter came out and told Austin that the matter had been resolved. From now on, you should ignore whatever happens to Mason. That’s his retribution.”
“I understand.”
Austin was indeed a decent man. Instead of leaving immediately, he asked, “Is there any way to make amends to the baby and Denny?”
Wynter thought about it before saying, “Offer up some money and clothes during prayers, as well as a phone, a tablet, candies, and ice
cream.”
“A phone, tablet, candies, and ice cream?” Even Ronan, who was
knowledgeable in such customs, thought Wynter was joking.
Margaret was also shaking her head with a smile as she approached
them. “Wynter, I believe the herbal medicine is almost ready. And
what are you telling your friends this time?”
