Chapter 130

Everyone listened intently as Winnie recounted the tale of the “ghost girl” and her past.

Even though Winnie’s storytelling wasn’t the most animated, the oppressive air of that bygone era still managed to silence the audience.

They all knew that this ghost girl was likely just a figment of the show’s scriptwriters! imaginations.

Even after hearing the earlier segment about the Fortune Pillar, they still considered it all just part of the show’s effects.

Years of a science–based education had instilled a firm belief in materialism in most viewers.

Yet that didn’t stop them from feeling a pang of heartache for the story of the ghost girl.

They commented:

“My grandma lived through that era. Winnie’s story doesn’t sound made up to me.”

“The ghost girl’s plight seemed too real, too poignant. It wasn’t her fault.”

“Jerks exist in every era. It’s wrong to marry someone just because you owe their family, but if you don’t want to, just refuse! It’s vile to covet her money and then blame her!”

“The only consolation was that she managed to return home, even if it wasn’t truly hers. anymore.”

“She just wanted to go home. What’s wrong with that? Give her the house back!”

“You’ll just lose a house, but she’s lost her only home!”

The chat started flooding with sympathy for the ghost girl in Winnie’s story. Some even agreed that Quincy should give up the mansion to let the ghost girl live there.

The Hendersons would have been furious if they could see the chat’s’content, probably getting worked up by the viewers‘ comments.

Bagot was also caught off guard by Winnie’s story, wondering where she had heard such a story.

Or perhaps, had she met the ghost girl during her time living there as an adopted daughter? Quincy shared similar doubts. He suspected Winnie knew about the ghost girl’s existence all along. Even before her fallout with the family, she never thought to rid the house of the ghost!

If she had done that, would he have been spared all this torment?

The thought of the shadow inching closer in his dreams sent shivers down Quincy’s spine. “No, that’s not right,” Quincy suddenly said, as if struck by a thought, “If it’s as you say, and the 11:32 figure in my dreams is her… I’ve done her harm. Why would she cling to me like this?”

And the ghost clung to him in such a terrifying way, coming closer each time he fell asleep!

Winnie casually pulled out a thermos, took a sip of water to soothe her throat, then looked at Quincy with a nonchalant expression, “As I said before, you’ve been afflicted with a backlash of fate, and you’re unlucky, making you prone to such attachments.”

She paused, as if to confirm something, before continuing. “The reason she’s haunting you in this manner is that… that’s how she scared her ex–husband to kill him. It’s the only way she knows how to kick others out.”

Quincy, upon hearing this chilling truth was at a loss for words.

And the viewers who had been pitying the ghost girl, changed their attitudes.

“Suddenly found it harder to feel sorry for her.”

“The ghost girl, though frail and pitiable, had managed to scare her no–good husband to death on her own merit.”

“If I had the ghost girl’s powers, my abusive ex would’ve been history,” someone suddenl commented.

The chat then spiraled into a discussion on domestic abuse, with advice and support flooding in for those affected.

Quincy was unaware of the chat’s tangent, more preoccupied with feeling wronged.

He hadn’t done anything to her, yet she tormented him just because he was unlucky recently?

That was just too unfair!

Meanwhile, Quincy was also coming to grips with what it felt like to be implicated by Kathryn, as Winnie had warned.

Though Kathryn was his sister, he was genuinely starting to feel weighed down by her.

Kathryn sensed Quincy’s cooling gaze and internally cursed Winnie fer slandering her in front of the audience.

had to be Winnie’s doing that everyone was turning against her!

Despite her resentment, Kathryn managed only to look sorrowful.

“Winnie, why do you always have to speak ill of me? Is it my fault that I was born with bad luck? Is it right to blame me for every mishap that befalls the family?”

Part of her act was a ploy for sympathy, but Kathryn genuinely felt wronged.

She had been through car accidents and a streak of bad luck recently, even got dumped by Parker Robinson.

If only Winnie had switched fates with her, would she be in such a sorry state?

Winnie glanced at Kathryn, easily quessing her thoughts.

With indifference in her eyes, she simply stated, “With a fate like yours, you should have been cautious and charitable to accumulate good deeds. But you chose the opposite path. Your current situation is the consequence you and your family have sought.”

The Hendersons weren’t innocent.

At Winnie’s words, Kathryn’s expression twisted momentarily, her hands gripping the wheelchair’s armrests with white–knuckled intensity.

Winnie was telling everyone that Kathryn was up to no good daily! How dare Winnie defame her like that?!

Enraged yet helpless, especially in front of the camera, Kathryn broke down in tears.

Seeing her daughter’s distress, Suzan immediately felt a surge of maternal fury, forgetting Winnie’s earlier warning and confronting her angrily.

“Enough! Kathryn’s already been through enough, and you keep bullying her. How can your heart be so cold?! You really think you’re something, don’t you? Strutting around here like you own the place just because you’ve got a little talent,” Suzan spat out, the words fueled by anger yet ringing with a sudden conviction. “And that nonsense about a female ghost? I bet you just cooked that up! All this weird stuff started happening at home after you left. Wouldn’t surprise me one bit if it was you who brought this curse upon us!”

Suzan had blurted it out in the heat of the moment, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

Winnie, with her eerie ways, wouldn’t think twice about using some dark arts against ordinary folks. It wasn’t beyond her, not at all!

1 Suddenly, Suzan felt a rush of excitement coursing through her. She was about to expose Winnie’s true colors on camera.

But just as she was about to unveil the truth, as her lips parted and the words were poised to spill out, something clamped around her throat from behind.

Clutching at her neck, her mouth gaping, Suzan found herself gasping for air, unable to speak. And that icy touch at the back of her neck, it grew more and more pronounced.

It was a hand.