Faux Vows, True Desires

Right now, Owen wasn't at the Martinez family's house, but in a luxury mansion under his name. Webster brought Cecilia back to the mansion, but they didn't go in with her. Instead, they let her go in alone. "Why are you guys making me go in alone?" Cecilia asked in a somewhat puzzled manner, "Isn't he your master? Aren't you worried about him? If he's in a coma due to high fever, and there's a chance he might not make it, how do you plan to explain this to his family?"

Webster was speechless, and told Cecilia, "Ms. Yates, I wish you wouldn't talk so lightly about our master possibly dying. He's actually in pretty good shape."

"If he's in such good shape, then why is he sick now?"

Webster didn't know how to respond. After a while, he said, "He told us to bring you here and then let you in alone. If he doesn't call for us, we can't go in."

Cecilia was confused. Were they trying to make her take all the blame and not even leave a witness for her?

Under Webster's urging, she slowly walked into the house.

The interior was ridiculously luxurious and spacious. Cecilia felt like the living room alone was bigger than her entire house.

Owen was sitting on the couch with his eyes tightly closed, a blanket draped over him. He looked like he was freezing.

Cecilia approached him, stopping two meters away before asking calmly, "Mr. Owen, what did you need from me? I'm not a doctor, I can't cure illnesses. If you don't want to die from being sick, you should have your people take you to the hospital. It's not too late, but if you wait, it might get serious. At that time, even with money, it might not be treatable."

In the face of certain illnesses, money may not be the solution. So, health was the real wealth.

Owen didn't reply, nor did he make a sound. Cecilia called out to him several times, but he didn't respond. "He can't really be dead, can he?"

Cecilia started to panic. She carefully moved closer to him, reaching out to feel Owen's breath. The next moment, she backed away abruptly, tripping over her feet and landing on the floor. Even though she had fallen, she still braced herself with her hands, trying to back away as much as she could.

Her face turned pale, looking utterly bloodless. "Is... is anyone... there..."

Cecilia was so scared she could barely speak; her call for help was so quiet it was barely audible.

Owen was really dead!

wonder he had his people bring her here and then let her go in alone.

the one who

that he was in

doused him with cold water, and he caught a cold.

something to do with her. Because she was the one who

room, so she picked up the phone in fear and tried to call emergency services. However, she was so nervous that she couldn't even remember

number that even

a state

"Calm down, calm down..."

to calm down while dialing

number is... 911, right,

and saw Owen standing in front of her, looking down at her.

Owen's hand, Cecilia's phone immediately flew over

you screaming about? How do I look like a ghost?" Owen said

him warily, asking, "Are you really

afraid of ghosts because you've done too many bad things? Have you ever seen a ghost come out during the day? Have you ever seen a ghost

when she touched his nose just now,

"Come here." Owen commanded.

over. If Owen had become

been watching too much

was horror and supernatural novels. They were thrilling and exciting, and she was always scared to death, but she loved to read them. And now,

don't want to

come over, I'll make

really

done too many