Chapter 131

The moment Suzan realized what it was, her face drained of color, and she stared at the camera, her previously graceful elegance replaced by a look of terror and distortion.

Her sudden reaction sent shivers down the spines of the audience watching the live stream.

Not again, not again.

Her expression now was a haunting echo of Naylor’s from yesterday, just before the live feed cut when he was choked by the hands of five ghost girls.

The production crew, including Quincy and Kathryn, was clearly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events.

Quincy, in particular, had truly experienced the sensation of a ghostly hand covering his mouth. Almost instinctively, he thought of a solution, “Kathryn, give Mom the amulet!”

After all, wasn’t it Barton’s amulet that had scared off the apparition in their room?

Upon hearing the word “amulet,” Suzan’s eyes darted towards Kathryn with desperation and hope. Since they were already close by, she reached out to her daughter instinctively.

However, Kathryn, seeing her mother’s hand reaching towards her, did not think to use the amulet to save her, but instead instinctively pushed her wheelchair backwards to escape.

Suzan was taken aback, the suffocating sensation at her throat and the dull ache in her chest almost merging into one.

She looked at her daughter, who she had doted on and cherished, in disbelief.

Kathryn, realizing her cold reaction was too much, especially in front of the cameras, bit her lip as if finally coming to her senses and reached for the amulet around her neck.

But before she could remove it, Kane had already thrown his own lifesaving charm at Suzan.

He couldn't see what was lurking beside Suzan, but since Mervin had said that the charms were rare, he thought it might help.

Even if Mrs. Henderson seemed a bit sharp—tongued, his upbringing wouldn't allow him to stand by and watch someone be harmed right before his eyes.

And the moment that charm hit Suzan, it was as if she’d been released from her bindings. Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air as if she had just survived a catastrophe.

Upon realizing what had saved her, Suzan hastily picked up the charm from the ground, clutching it to her chest with a look of panic and scanning her surroundings uneasily.

“Mom!” Quincy was the first to rush over and help her up, his anger about her earlier favoritism overshadowed by the fact that she was his mother.

Chapter 131 Kathryn was a step slower, but she approached with concern, pushing her wheelchair closer.

“Mom, are you alright?” Her voice was choked up, and her eyes reddened as she reached for Suzan’s hand. But Suzan instinctively dashed from her touch.

After her brush with death, Suzan couldn’t help but think about Kathryn's retreat when she needed her most. Even though Suzan kept telling herself that Kathryn was just scared and had reacted instinctively, a knot had formed in her heart.

“I'm... I'm fine.” Suzan said hoarsely, but she didn’t have the heart to say more.

Kathryn, noticing the subtle shift in Suzan’s attitude, gripped the handles of her wheelchair tightly, biting her lip with regret.

The production crew hadn't expected a simple follow-up episode to turn into a genuine encounter with the supernatural. They were frightened, but more worried that the show would be banned again.

Fortunately, everything in the live stream was normal, and there were no warning messages or alerts.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the incident was far from over.

Winnie had watched the entire situation unfold without moving an inch from her spot, offering a cold piece of advice to the still-

shaken Suzan.

“If | were you, I'd stay low and stop making a fuss, especially when | can’t protect myself.” Suzan wasn’t in any position to argue back.

She'd truly underestimated the situation before. Sure, her son had been troubled for a while, but in the end, it was just poor sleep without any real harm. And then there was the girl in Winnie’s story, who Suzan had dismissed as nothing significant.

Not until she felt those icy, rigid fingers choking her neck did Suzan truly understand that this was not an entity to be trifled with.

Suzan, not daring to retort, caught Quincy’s softer and worried gaze. Despite everything, he couldn't bring himself to make a decision.

Thinking about the ghost in Winnie's stories, Quincy understood why she wanted the villa, but giving it up meant losing a near fortune, which was too much for his family to bear.

He looked to Winnie again, remembering that the ghost had never troubled them while she lived in the house, which meant it feared Winnie.

Given a second option, Quincy was not ready to give in without a negotiation, “Winnie, help us out. Since we don’t have an unresolvable feud with her, could you... could you help me negotiate with her? She doesn’t need this villa. I'll buy her another plot of land...”

Winnie raised an eyebrow but didn’t immediately respond. Instead, her gaze shifted, and everyone's eyes, along with the camera, followed her line of sight.

Chapter 131 There on the once bare living room wall, a fresh red stroke appeared out of thin air. The chilling part was that the wall was empty, yet one by one, the red strokes slowly took form.

It was as though someone stood right there, painstakingly writing each letter with their own finger.

They all knew who it was, but no one dared to voice it.

Even Quincy instinctively held his breath.

Until the writing on the wall finally took shape, jagged and jarring in a glaring crimson, spelling out just two words- NO WAY.

Winnie didn’t have to play peacemaker; the ghost had already rejected the suggestion herself.

In other words, it wouldn’t have made a difference if Winnie had spoken up.

Quincy's breath stalled for several seconds, heart pounding as he stared at the bold, blood-red script.

Winnie, on the other hand, just shrugged nonchalantly, indicating. “See, she says no way.”

She basically was hinting that it wasn’t that she didn’t want to help, but simply because the ghost wasn’t having it.

If it weren’t for the overly casual look on her face, people might have almost believed her.