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.

must have a boy this time!” She looked around wildly and grabbed a

ugly truth of Paradise Village, and Wynter could do nothing to change it. The

colors to

educated and be brave enough to broaden their horizons. They had to

out there.

be trapped in the depths of these mountains, hidden from the real world. At least Wynter’s trip here had been

had ended up saving someone’s life.

put on Fanny, Wynter figured

could have been behind it. Perhaps it was

who was known for practicing witchcraft in this day

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

use voodoo on Fanny,

desperate to keep Wynter’s identity a secret.

va

It was easy enough to find out who

something like that.

interests to

to find the sugilite charm. It was either that

the bridge. Wynter thought the latter option was the more

practical one.

and typed out a text before

gnawing

that Abel and his brother had to work to attain the same results before they could leave the house. Until

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

upright and quickly typed his replies

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