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.

and grabbed a pillow, raising it. “Look, Dickson!

out of Fanny. Such was the ugly truth of Paradise Village, and

its true colors to the world.

enough to broaden their horizons. They had

out there.

depths of these mountains, hidden from the

ended up saving someone’s

been put on Fanny, Wynter figured

behind it. Perhaps it was the

for practicing witchcraft in

fingers drummed against the edge of her bed, a telltale sign of her

and age. For someone to use voodoo on Fanny, the person must

desperate to keep

va

It was easy enough

something like

to consider, the most

to find the sugilite charm. It was either that

under the bridge. Wynter thought the latter option was

practical one.

out a text before sending

gnawing on

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.

losing hope, a familiar beep that he hadn’t

typed his replies in quick