Chapter 272 It's Me Wynter
Wynter asked slowly, “Who was it?"
“I... I don't know.” Fanny looked terrified as her gaze darted from left to right. “I can’t say it, not to anyone. It'll be the end of me!”
Wynter observed Fanny's frantic state and incoherent muttering. The symptoms seemed familiar. At the thought of this, Wynter reached out to take Fanny's pulse. It was beating erratically.
Wynter grabbed Fanny by the jaw and forced Fanny to meet her gaze. Her expression darkened as she asked, “Has someone hypnotized you before?”
“I'll be the end of me.” Fanny began to slap herself like she had gone insane. “Keep your m*uth shut! Keep your m*uth shut!”
The next second, she broke down sobbing. “Yvette, you're my only hope. You have to do well in medicine. Once you graduate, I can
with you in the big city.”
She clutched Wynter's hand. “Yvette, did you buy your brother a house like you promised? I knew I could depend on you. You're much better than that useless daughter of mine!”
Wynter stiffened at this information. “You have a daughter?”
“I had a hard time conceiving, and childbirth was rough. I had a daughter in the end, but what good was that?” Fanny muttered.
She then stared at Wynter, belligerent. “How did I only end up with a daughter? She was a curse to me, and she was sick all the time. I decided she was better off dead and smothered her.
“I must have a boy this time!” She looked around wildly and grabbed a pillow, raising it. “Look, Dickson! It's a boy!”
Seeing this, Wynter knew she wouldn't get any more answers out of Fanny. Such was the ugly truth of Paradise Village, and Wynter could do nothing to change it. The whole reason she came here was to reveal its true colors to the world.
This was why young women had to be educated and be brave enough to broaden their horizons. They had to know there was a bigger world out there.
No soul should be trapped in the depths of these mountains, hidden from the real world. At least Wynter’s trip here had been meaningful. She had ended up saving someone's life.
As for the spell that had been put on Fanny, Wynter figured that a local tribe could have been behind it. Perhaps it was the Mesano Tribe, who was known for practicing witchcraft in this day and ag
Her long fingers drummed against the edge of her bed, a telltale sign of her pondering. It was expensive to engage a voodoo master at this time and age. For someone to use voodoo on Fanny, the person must have been desperate to keep Wynter's identity a secret.
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A smile curled on Wynter's I*ps. It was easy enough to find out who would do something like that.
However, with so many interests to consider, the most important one was to find the sugilite charm. It was either that or seek out the old man under the bridge. Wynter thought the latter option was the more practical one.
She lowered her gaze and typed out a text before sending it out. Meanwhile, Abel was gnawing on his pencil.
Victor had gotten into his head that Abel and his brother had to work to attain the same results before they could leave the house. Until then, they had to go over Wynter’s papers and copy her work.
Just as Abel was losing hope, a familiar beep that he hadn't heard in a while sounded through the room. “Crap, it's Boss!"
He bolted upright and quickly typed his replies in quick succession. “You finally texted, Boss! Do you have any idea how much I've missed you?
“If you hadn't texted me, I'd have thought you'd abandoned me.
“I met someone the other day who spoke just like you. I was so spooked that I nearly called her “Boss’ too!”
Wynter decided to cut him off before he could go on his usual texting spree.
She sent him a voice note. “Help me find a jewelry collector in Southdale. His last name is Rathbone, and he probably operates through the black market.”
When Abel listened to the voice note for the first time, he hadn't noticed anything amiss.
On his second listen, though, he realized that Boss’ vojce was not modulated. If anything, he thought the voice sounded oddly familiar. Char Xra!
But just as he began to wonder if he was imagining it, Wynter sent him another voice note. “You didn’t imagine it. It's me, Wynter.”
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