Chapter 930 Apologles
Dalton, having mostly recovered, possessed the ability to see spirits that ordinary people couldn’t, even those trapped in this world.
Standing at the door, he cut an impressive figure in his impeccable suit. Unlike the rest of the place, he exuded a calm and scholarly air, unaffected by anything.
Wynter was greeted by this sight as she exited the room. She raised an eyebrow.
Before she could move closer, Dalton turned to her, as if he had been waiting for her. His eyes were
strikingly beautiful, and his deep, resonant voice was soothing to hear. “Is everything taken care of?”
For a moment, Wynter felt a wave of familiarity, as if she had witnessed a similar scene before.
It wasn’t here but in a mist–shrouded palace. In that vision, he stood bathed in light. He was dressed in a
deep crimson robe and was smiling as he turned to her.
Wynter shook her head, trying to dispel the image as it blurred the lines between imagination and reality.
Before she could fully shake it off, Dalton gently placed his hand on her head. Looking down at her, he
raised an eyebrow. His expression seemingly asked if she had a headache.
Wynter suddenly blurted out, “Did we know each other before?”
“Before? How long ago?” Dalton gazed into her eyes and smiled. “When we were in Southdale? Or do you
mean when you were a child?”
Wynter was momentarily confused. “A child?”
“When you were just a few months old.”
Dalton’s handsome face bore an air of aristocratic elegance. As if recounting a story, he said, “I visited
the Quinnell residence, and you wouldn’t let go of my thumb. You drooled all over it. You must have
forgotten.”
Wynter was speechless. How could she remember that?
Seeing the spark of life in her eyes, Dalton gently ruffled her hair. “Don’t overthink it. You did the right
thing. Some people only appear like kids on the surface.”
She had even shrouded herself in a dark mist. She had really forgotten about everything.
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Wynter felt much better after Dalton rubbed her head.
This was the benefit of having a hot guy by her side. The purple aura of heaven’s favorite was indeed very effective
After regaining her composure, Wynter looked up. “Let’s go to the Wilson residence.”
This time, the entire neighborhood gathered below the Wilson residence. Some sent flowers, some wrote letters, and some admitted they were jerks who shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.
“Chapter 650 Apoloniek
When Budd woke up, he heard the bustling noise outside.
Assuming they were again gossiping about Leanne, he clenched his fists, ready to break the Epoch Collection threads tied around him.
To his surprise, what he heard from the living room were apologies.
“Leanne, we were wrong before. This is from me and Dario from the sixth floor. We bought it from the supermarket. Everyone chipped in, though it’s just some fruit. We want to apologize to you.”
“We saw the video about Dulcle. We deserve to be slapped. She was such a good kid. W–We don’t deserve to be humans!”
“Leanne, if you’re angry, feel free to slap us. We won’t fight back.”
Budd, still overwhelmed with resentment, tried to rise.
Just then, Leanne’s voice sounded. “Video? What video?”
She had been closely watching Budd, not daring to take her eyes off him.
Wynter had promised to personally bring the good news when it came. She had been sternly instructed to keep an eye on the copper coins on Budd’s body.
“Leanne, you haven’t heard about the video?” One of the neighbors sounded surprised.
“The ones who bullied Dulcie have all been caught.”
“We’re all signing a petition now.”
Amid the bustling voices, a clear and crisp sound suddenly rang
