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.

me know,"

room, Wanda looked at him.

Raymond shook his head.

closing the door

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

replied, "Nope.

dragged Yara downstairs, preventing her

stared at the sentiment-sealing glass vial in Sebastian's hand. The vial emitted a radiant glow. It had been charged with his emotions. "You want to break the seal on the sentiment-sealing vial?" Madison asked. Sebastian nodded. "You've passed your tribulation, and

But before, you didn't want to unseal the

attached to the spiritual energy inside the vial; she was simply

he was offering to do so willingly. The

"As you said, my emotions are mine to handle.

runes etched across its surface. Most

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

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

inside dissolved into thin threads that flew directly toward Sebastian's forehead, entering his mind as though drawn