Chapter 144

Chapter 144 When two of the most influential people in the Bryant family spoke up, there was no more debate The matter concerning Cutler was decided.

None of the others in the Bryant family dared to object, and Hobson, the one who had started. the whole mess, was left dumbfounded.

He’d even forgotten about the spell Winnie had slapped on him.

For the first time, there was a glimmer of relief, a kind of guilty pleasure in his heart. Compared. to Cutler, his spell was insignificant, a stroke of luck really.

But this latest episode with Winnie’s outburst, along with the clear stances taken by Clifford and Bacchus, had driven home the point that Winnie was not to be trifled with. And if anyone did fancy stirring the pot. they'd better weigh the cost they’d have to bear.

Hobson wasn’t sure what the others thought, but as for himself, he was thoroughly wilted.

From this point on, he wouldn’t dare cross Winnie. He wouldn’t even dare to make any snide remarks.

After all, Hobson couldn’t even speak to Winnie now.

With his head hung low, Hobson had never been so miserable.

Perhaps his dejected look elicited some sympathy, for the others finally shifted their attention back to Hobson, especially Leonie.

“Winnie, | know you've been wronged, but Hobson meant no harm. Maybe you could...” she ventured.

“Don’t worry.” Winnie interrupted, her gaze flicking coolly towards Hobson. “As long as he doesn’t even think about speaking to me, he'll be able to talk just fine.”

Skeptical, but unable to believe Winnie would lie in front of so many, Hobson tried to talk to Amber, who was sitting across from him.

He opened his mouth cautiously, “Amber?”

To his astonishment, words came out. He touched his mouth in surprise, then turned to Leonie. “Mom! I’m cured!”

Then, he spun towards Bacchus, “Bacchus!... Uh...”

His voice faltered again, and his eyes widened in frustration.

Before he could protest, Winnie coolly added, “Speaking about me to others is also off-limits.”

Hobson was speechless. What kind of spiteful sorcery was this?!

11:46 Was mentioning her now taboo as well?! Winnie was being utterly tyrannical!

He just wanted Bacchus to demand an apology from Winnie on his behalf!

Annoyance flared across Hobson.

The other members of the Bryant family, sensing his intention to complain to Bacchus about Winnic, also fell silent.

Even though they had agreed it wasn’t right to target a family member, Winnie’s so-called spell didn’t seem to affect much.

As long as Hobson steered clear of trouble with Winnie, the spell was as good as nonexistent.

This made it difficult for them to persist in holding Winnie accountable for cursing a family member.

Terrell and Middleton were quiet, but then Clifford spoke up. “Hobson definitely needs to watch his mouth, but after all, we’re family. Winnie, you can’t just ignore him forever.”

Clifford didn’t oppose Winnie disciplining those who bullied her, but he didn’t like the idea of her silencing someone as a way of distancing herself.

Winnie was known to be more reserved and detached than other girls her age, partly due to her upbringing in the Henderson family.

He understood that she had every right to reject whatever and whoever she didn’t like, given her position as Ms. Bryant.

But even as a noble lady, there would always be things that didn’t go her way. She had a long road ahead, with many people to meet. She couldn’t exclude everyone she disliked in such a manner. Doing so would only make her more withdrawn and isolated.

Hobson hadn’t expected Clifford to speak up for him and looked towards Clifford, touched. Leonie’s eyes also brimmed with gratitude as she gazed at Clifford.

Winnie, detecting more concern for her well-being in Clifford’s words than anything else, didn’t want him to worry.

Lowering her lashes slightly, she assured, “This spell is new to me too, it’ll last for three days at most.”

After a pause, she showed a rare moment of filial obedience, “Don’t worry, | won't use this kind of spell on family members again.”

If Hobson still didn’t learn his lesson, she’d find another way to deal with him.

That’s what Winnie was thinking.

Hobson, on the other side, felt a chill run down his spine as he met Winnie’s gaze, genuinely intimidated for the first time.

He deliberately avoided her eyes.

With Cutter’s example fresh in mind, even without the spell, Hobson had learned to hold hist tongue.

Upon hearing the spell would last only three days, Clifford was no longer in a hurry to have Winnie litt it.

Even Bacchus chuckled, “Three days is good. It gives Hobson a chance to adjust his attitude.”

Hobson was at a loss for words.

Why was Bacchus being so blatantly biased towards Winnie now?

He used to be fair and square!

Suddenly, Hobson wondered if this shift in Bacchus’ attitude had something to do with the Henderson family being taken away for child theft?

He knew that Bacchus and Clifford had been behind it. But this change in demeanor made it hard not to suspect there was something else at play, something he didn’t know....

That morning’s breakfast at the Bryant family unexpectedly turned into a family council meeting.

After sorting out the issues with Hobson and Cutler, the family members scattered to attend to their affairs.

Clifford and the others had to head off to work.

Hobson and Cutler, feeling their pride had taken a hit, retreated to their rooms right after the meal.

Winnie also wanted to return to her room to craft some charms, but as she approached the staircase, she was intercepted by Springer.

“Winnie, wait up!”

Winnie turned around, “What's up?”

She no longer harbored her initial animosity towards Springer, mainly because he had quickly reshaped himself.

Especially in the recent events where he blatantly showed his support for her, Winnie, even if she couldn’t accept Springer as one of her like Horace, was much more amiable towards him than Hobson and Cutler.

As for Springer, he wasn’t fussy at all. He was resolute, ready to go to any lengths to demonstrate his support for her!

Winnie noticed Springer clutching his phone, looking somewhat aggrieved, “Winnie, I’ve been following you on Twitter for days now, can you follow me back?”

Springer was handsome. When he wasn’t being brash and confrontational, he had a bit of a great appeal.

11:46 Winnie softened her demeanor unconsciously.

“Twitter?” She hadn’t expected Springer to be talking about that.

In fact, she had completely forgotten that she had a Twitter account.

Back in the Henderson family, she was too busy secretly studying the mystic arts, and the social interests of most youngsters were beyond her reach.

If it wasn’t for the need to promote a show, she wouldn't have bothered with Twitter.

Although she didn’t pay much attention to Twitter, since Springer had asked and it wasn’t a big deal, she agreed and pulled out her phone. “Which one?”

At the sight of her assent, Springer excitedly leaned in, quickly found his Twitter profile, and showed her.

Winnie promptly hit the follow button.

Springer visibly puffed up with pride.

Winnie thought that would be the end of it, but she forgot that he would push his luck.

Especially with Springer, for him, it was never enough.