The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

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?”

“It’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.

looked around wildly and grabbed a

this, Wynter knew she wouldn’t get any more answers out of Fanny. Such was the ugly truth of Paradise Village, and Wynter

true colors to the world.

why young women had to be educated and be brave enough to broaden their horizons.

out there.

mountains, hidden from the real world. At least

ended up saving someone’s

had been put on Fanny, Wynter

tribe could have been behind it. Perhaps

for practicing witchcraft in this day

a telltale sign of her pondering. It was expensive to engage a voodoo master at

use voodoo on Fanny, the

been desperate to keep Wynter’s identity a

va

curled on Wynter’s l*ps. It was easy

something like

to consider, the most

sugilite charm. It was either that or seek out the

the bridge. Wynter thought the latter option was

practical one.

typed out a text

Abel was gnawing on his

work to attain the same results before they could leave the house. Until then,

a familiar beep that he hadn’t heard in a while sounded through the room.

and quickly typed his replies in