“Bitch this, bitch that— don’t you have other vocabulary words? No wonder Evely has a foul mouth.”
Evie now realized who Evely got her fish-wife mouth from. If the nanny whom she spent more time with compared to her parents had a foul mouth, it was no wonder the charge would have it too. Evie who did not cuss in her previous life but now cussed like it’s her second language felt upset. If only the hag was not still useful, she’d have sealed her foul mouth forever.
But no. Sarah Knight still had a purpose. In this world and in any other world, regardless whether people believed or not, karma existed. There would be pay back to everything a person did.
“Darling, you’re speaking in the third person perspective again,” Liz reminded her worriedly, and Evie pursed her
“How can it be your fault? You’re just a child— you’re just a child…”Liz continued to sob, and Evie was not able to do anything but let her pour out her grief by lending her shoulder to cry on. The butler and the helpers had retreated to give them privacy, which Evie was grateful for.Aside from Sarah, the rest of the staff loved and cared about her parents. It was because the couple were good to them. The night when Evie returned from being kidnapped, the reason why there was no one else aside from her parents was because Francis and Liz insisted that the staff would rest around ten in the evening at the latest unless there’s a special occasion.“Mom, you really should not feel bad about it anymore. I was also really at fault. I was too stubborn so it was easy for m
“Karma?”Lizbeth and Francis were both confused.“Dad, mom, do you think that people who do evil things will have a bad ending?”Both Liz and Francis were not religious people. Although they believed in the existence of God, they did not go to church. However, they were both believers of fate and karma. They had faith in the world giving back what one had given. If one did good things, then good things would happen to them. This was why even though the Hunts were one of the richest people in Altair, they remained humble, and were kind to their people.“Of course, we do,” Francis answered softly and Evie smiled.“Then you don’t have to worry about Sarah Knight anymore. Her just d
Late August usually meant consecutive sunny days with a highest temperature of twenty-three Celsius in Normandy. It’s in the far north of France that it did not get really hot. It never had scorching weather. However, today, the smiling sun was covered by dark, gloomy clouds that suddenly appeared.To the public, it was an unfortunate day to cancel outdoor activities in case it poured. But to those who knew better like the members of the de la Roche family, the brooding weather signified a totally different thing.“Has André woken up?” An elderly man in his sixties asked, but his question was met with silence.He sat in an intricate chaise with his cane crafted with a brass heart and black lacquered beechwood shaft. Its handle was silver-plated, hand enameled, and embellished with Swarovski
The rumbling sound and the trembling of the earth persisted for minutes. The man who was playing with his phone while lounging on the cleopatra chaise in his room looked up and sighed. He craned his neck to look at the gloomy weather outside the window and dragged himself up. Cloudy weather usually made him lazier than his usual lazy self. But he knew very well that the brooding weather outside was just an illusion. His green eyes could clearly see and he could clearly feel the suffocating energy assimilated in the air. He smiled blandly and turned towards the doorway where another man quietly stood. “What’s André doing?” The tall man addressed straightened up before reporting. “Young Master, the Master is sitting
“Excuse me? What past?” Cedric sounded confused. “Retrieve your body?”Andre de Lancy did not move, nor did he say anything else to deny or acknowledge the questions. Cedric sighed, resigning to the fate of dying of curiosity for a long while. This cousin of his, even if he was amiable towards him, if it’s something that he did not want to talk about, he would never open his mouth to say anything.“What happened while I was sleeping?” André asked as expected, changing the topic.Cedric studied him for a while before pouting.“The little bitch touched your wife,” Cedric said and André raised his brow at him.Whenever Cedric spoke crass language in his Br
Hearing this, Cedric could not say anything else. After all, everything was according to what André wanted. If he was satisfied with something, even if Cedric thought that it was a pity or tragic, he would follow his wishes. “What are your plans now?” André shrugged. “Nothing— nothing new at least until I get rid of this miasma,” he answered, but Cedric was confused. “Why wait? It’s not like she would know the dark energy is coming from you,” Cedric said. Months ago when he and André visited Evely at Hampton Hills, Cedric tried releasing his divine energy to see if she would react. If she did, it meant that her celestial blood was awake, and she could feel the energy in the air.
Today was the first day of school. Evie woke up very early in the morning, not because she was excited to go to class, but because since returning to Hampton Hills, she started doing meditations to increase her very low amount of celestial power. She had wanted to do this earlier, but she stopped herself because of her medically recorded head injury that was supposed to be severe. If she did exercises at the hospital where she knew the nurses and doctors monitored her, she would be found suspicious.Or a medical anomaly.Either way, it would spell trouble to her. She did not want to be entangled with unnecessary things. While she was still weak, she’d hoped to be an inconspicuous student. Although being unremarkable was already a bit impossible considering Evely’s past record and wild style— plus the fact that she was the daughter of Francis H
“Uncle, stop the car,” Evie told the chauffeur when they were still a street away from the school. “Darling, why did you ask John to stop?” Liz asked, and Evie smiled at her. “Mom, I never took the car to school before. I want to walk from here,” she said. Liz sighed, but she looked like she understood Evie’s wish. But she pouted and looked at her coquettishly. “But you have to let mom pick you up later okay? Eli will be back with his grandparents later so we will pick you up together.” Eli was Elijah, Liz and Francis’ five year old son, Evely’s little brother. An image of a pudgy five year old flashed in Evie’s mind, and her facial features and eyes softened. “Alright,” she