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

Wynter knew she wouldn’t get any more answers out of Fanny. Such was the ugly truth of Paradise Village, and Wynter could do nothing to

its true colors to the world.

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

out there.

soul should be trapped in the depths of these mountains, hidden from the real world. At least Wynter’s

up saving someone’s life.

spell that had been put on Fanny, Wynter figured that

could have been behind it. Perhaps

witchcraft in

her bed, a telltale sign of her pondering. It was

For someone to use voodoo on Fanny,

to keep Wynter’s identity a secret.

va

was easy enough to

do something like that.

so many interests to consider, the most important one

the sugilite charm. It was either that

under the bridge. Wynter thought the latter option was the more

practical one.

out a text before sending it out.

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.

that he hadn’t heard in a while sounded

and quickly typed his

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