Chapter 178

“Where’s Winnie?” Candace was the first to notice Winnie’s absence and blurted out the question without thinking.

The staff had no chance to respond when the mother Hailey on the livestream finally regained her composure, remembered she was still on air, and, after a quick apology to the guests and the audience, her eyes began to search the room, clearly looking for Winnie.

At that moment, Winnie returned. Seeing Hailey’s gaze on her, she seemed to hesitate, wanting to say something. Before she could speak, Winnie cut in, “I just had a courier drop off a little something for you. I hope it can be of some help.”

Though Hailey’s death wish eased slightly, as long as she couldn’t let go of her daughter’s passing, she would struggle with dark thoughts.

Ultimately, the online comments were merely a spark. The true reason for her despair was still the loss of her child.

Hailey hadn’t expected a gift and, considering Winnie’s ability to see her daughter’s spirit, her respect for the young girl grew. She didn’t even think to ask how Winnie knew her address. With a nod and a thank you, since she still had to face her family after the attempted suicide, she quickly ended the livestream.

The audience hadn’t anticipated Winnie stepping out to give a gift and were curious about what she had sent. And how had she managed to arrange a delivery in such a short time?

Winnie, seeing the flurry of comments on the screen, simply stated, “I sent a talisman.”

Mervin glanced at her but didn’t inquire further. The audience assumed it was a Safety Charm or something to bring peace, without delving deeper.

The conversation in the comments shifted back to the heated online debates about the mother’s attempted suicide. It was infuriating to see that, despite preventing a tragedy, there were still skeptics online suggesting it was all an act.

Even after being rebutted, some trolls persisted in their views.

Winnie frowned as she read the comments.

“The words we speak, online and off, carry consequences. Even on the internet, I’d advise against reckless speculation and extreme comments,” she said, her voice firm but calm.

“Such comments often carry a negative energy, which can accumulate and affect your own fortune–be it your career or your wealth.”

Her words resonated through the chat, and the once–silent trolls suddenly became vigilant, deciding to steer clear of such discussions in the future.

“After all, you might mess with my love life, even my friendships, but when it comes to my financial luck, there’s no negotiation.”

12:04 1 “I knew she had a way of warning us…”

“I have a friend who was so blinded by love, she wouldn’t listen when I told her the guy was bad news.

But after meeting a psychic who said her boyfriend was hurting her finances, she dumped him so fast,”

“Haha, in the end, it was metaphysics to the rescue!”

“At first, I thought Winnie was just easy–going, you know, she never reacted to those online trolls. But today, it hit me. She’s not without a temper, she just cares more when others are mistreated.”

“Girls help girls.”

“I’m officially a fan of Winnie!”

While the livestream continued on one front, Hailey’s husband was seeing off the police and the community committee who had come to console them.

Returning to the bedroom, he found his wife staring blankly at her right hand, the life seemingly drained from her.

He knew that though they had stopped her from taking her life today, she was still haunted by the loss of their child.

Who could let go so easily?

He walked over and hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse with emotion, “Hailey, it’s my fault. I’ve been distracted by other things and haven’t noticed how you’ve been feeling… Please, don’t leave me alone.

Bella is gone… I can’t lose you too…”

Tears flowed anew as they clung to each other, sobbing silently.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang.

Cleaning his tears roughly, he told his wife he’d get the door and left the room.

Soon after, he called for Hailey, “Hailey, can you come here?”

Gathering her wits, Hailey stood and walked to the entrance, where she saw a courier dressed in black, with a cap, waiting.

“He says there’s a delivery for you, and it needs your personal signature,” her husband said softly.

Hailey looked puzzled for a moment, then, as if a thought struck her, she stepped forward.

The courier’s eyes briefly met hers before he pulled a wooden box out of his bag.

“Confirmed, this is for Hailey. Sent by Miss Winnie, two Spirit–viewing Charms,” he said, opening the box to reveal two greyish talismans.

To the unsuspecting couple, he added, “To use, simply burn the paper or place it on your body. The effect lasts for two hours.”

Hailey’s eyes shimmered with understanding, turning red–rimmed as she received the talismans. Her husband, baffled, watched her sign for the delivery, and couldn’t help asking, “Winnie, is she the one on that livestream? Why did she send you these talismans?”

And the delivery was incredibly fast.

The courier didn’t mention his company, and before he could ask more, Hailey suddenly pressed one of the talismans against his chest.

He looked down at her actions, somewhat resigned, thinking she had been driven mad by their loss.

Just as he was about to console her, she stared ahead, her lips quivering, tears welling.

He followed her gaze and, in the dim light of their living room, saw a small, familiar figure standing no more than a few feet away.

Looking up at them with a familiar, slightly aggrieved expression, the small ghost girl whispered, “Daddy, Mommy…”

His eyes filled with tears and Hailey’s sobs broke the silence as the poignant reunion unfolded.

At that moment, neither of them questioned whether they were caught in an illusion, nor did they entertain any ghostly fears. All they felt was a heart–wrenching emotion and a profound sense of being moved.

“Bella!” Their child… Their little one whom they had lost too soon, without even getting a chance to say a final goodbye.

Choking back tears, they both called out her name and, as if guided by the same force, they rushed toward the tiny figure…