The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 360

Chapter 360

Downstairs, Madison was already seated at the table and quietly eating her breakfast. Sebastian casually sat across from her, gesturing for Wanda to bring him a plate as well.

When Wanda served his breakfast, she glanced at Raymond, who stood motionless like a statue nearby. She tentatively asked, "Do you want some breakfast?"

Raymond didn't respond, but his eyes were fixed intently on Madison's plate.

"Get him some breakfast," Madison instructed.

Sebastian, eating leisurely, commented, "If he won't speak up, you can help him now. But in the future, you can't always step in just because he stays quiet." Madison considered this and agreed. She turned to Raymond, "You'll need to express yourself. You need to tell people what you want and don't want." Raymond obediently sat down and nodded.

The moment he lowered his head, though, his eyes turned cold as he glanced at Sebastian. Sebastian, as if expecting the look, raised his brow at Raymond. Raymond remained silent.

After breakfast, Madison and Sebastian went to the study to discuss something, leaving Wanda to guide Raymond to his room.

"This is the bathroom. Here's the hot water, and here's the cold water," Wanda explained as she gave him a tour of the room. "The closet doesn't have any clothes for you yet. I'll check with Ms. Locke later and see about getting some clothes for you.

this room, just let me know," Wanda

the room, Wanda looked at him. "Any

Raymond shook his head.

left, closing the door

of the study, eavesdropping. Rolling her eyes, she walked over and pulled Yara away. "Can you even hear

replied, "Nope. But

Yara downstairs, preventing her

emotions. "You want to break the seal on the

has. But before, you didn't want to unseal the vial. Why

to the spiritual energy inside the vial; she was

adamant about not unsealing it before, but now, he was offering to do so willingly. The shift in his

the glowing vial. "As you said, my emotions are mine to

She accepted the vial from Sebastian and inspected the runes etched across its surface. Most of the symbols

her eyes fell on it, an inexplicable discomfort surged through her. It was a primal unease that only cultivators felt toward malevolent objects. And yet, beyond the runes, there was no trace of malice emanating from the vial. Using the runes as a guide, she deduced the

softly chanted the incantation. The tiny bell attached to the vial began to chime softly, its

dissolved into thin threads that flew directly toward Sebastian's forehead, entering