Chapter 8

Lucy White took an immediate liking to Emily Wilson, the gentle and kind-hearted girl. The two of them chatted effortlessly, finding common ground.

"Miss White," David Wilson suddenly spoke up, his voice laced with urgency. "You said you could cure my sister. What do you need from us?"

Mrs. Wilson quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes! How can we help?"

Lucy smiled faintly, but her gaze lingered on Emily’s slender wrist. "This bracelet—someone gave it to you, didn’t they?"

Emily’s eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?" She instinctively touched the bracelet. "Does it... have something to do with this?"

"Exactly." Lucy’s expression turned grave. "All the accidents, bad luck, weakness, and insomnia you’ve suffered over the years—it’s because of this."

"Judging by your condition, you’ve been wearing it for three years." Lucy paused. "If you keep it on any longer, I’m afraid..."

Her words sent a chill through the Wilson family.

Emily was too stunned to speak. She never imagined that the source of her years of suffering was this very bracelet.

"It really did start three years ago..." Emily murmured, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Mrs. Wilson yanked the bracelet off. "Who gave this to you?"

Emily bit her lip and glanced at her father. "It was... my cousin. She said it had been blessed..."

"Impossible." Lucy’s tone was firm. "This is a burial artifact, steeped in dark energy."

Emily paled. "Why would she do this to me?"

"For love." Lucy didn’t mince words. "She wants your fiancé."

Emily felt as if she’d been struck by lightning. She remembered how her cousin always made a point of getting close to her fiancé whenever she visited...

"So she was trying to..." Emily’s voice shook.

David sneered. "If something happened to you, the engagement would naturally fall to her."

Mrs. Wilson trembled with rage. "How cruel!"

"However," Lucy added, shifting the conversation, "your fiancé hasn’t betrayed you—at least not yet."

Emily let out a small sigh of relief.

"But," Lucy continued, "your cousin has definitely been scheming behind the scenes."

A cold glint flashed in David’s eyes. "I’ll look into it."

"No." Mr. Wilson suddenly spoke, his voice icy. "I’ll handle it."

Lucy tactfully redirected the focus. "The priority now is dealing with the bracelet. You’ll need to find a piece of jewelry infused with protective energy..."

David caught on immediately. "Do you have any recommendations?"

Lucy shook her head. "You’ll need to consult a professional metaphysician."

As she was leaving, David escorted her to the door. "The issue with the agent—it’ll be resolved today."

Lucy nodded in thanks, a faint smile playing on her lips as she turned away—the real drama was only just beginning.