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.

time!” She looked around wildly and grabbed a pillow, raising it.

the ugly truth of Paradise Village, and Wynter could do nothing to change it. The whole reason she came

its true colors to the world.

be brave enough to broaden their horizons. They had to know there was a bigger

out there.

should be trapped in the depths of these mountains, hidden from the real world.

ended up saving

put on Fanny, Wynter figured that a

have been behind it.

practicing witchcraft in this day and

her bed, a telltale sign of

to use voodoo on Fanny, the person must

to keep Wynter’s identity a secret.

va

smile curled on Wynter’s l*ps. It was easy

do something like that.

interests to

find the sugilite charm. It was either that or seek out the

the bridge. Wynter thought the latter option was the more

practical one.

out a text

gnawing on his

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

losing hope, a familiar beep that he hadn’t

bolted upright and quickly typed his replies

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