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Wette said, “I’m sad about the Sampson family’s money troubles too, but what can I do? If Monica has no place to stay, I’ll definitely help her
Sophia gave her a thumbs up. “You’re so great at caring for others why not give some of that care to me? I’m your sister. Our bond is desp
She added, “For sisterly love, send me some money.”
Wette went silent. Sophia’s face turned dark right away. “It’s easy to talk big when it’s not your problem. But what if one day Dad’s other child shows up. wanting part of the inheritance? Would you still support them?”
Heather’s face turned pale, her breath quickening. “Sophia, stop talking nonsense.”
Sophia, seeing Heather’s fear, grinned slyly. “Relax, I’m just imagining things.”
She said, “Imagine this, Heather: Jonathan brings his mistress’s child into our home, asking you to raise them while he and the mistress keep having an affair. Could you really handle that? Wouldn’t you kick that child out of the family?”
Heather’s face went pale. For the first time, she looked at Yvette with a bit of disappointment.
Yvette, hurt by her mother’s look, said with a sad face, “Mom, that’s not what I meant. Plus, Dad loves you so much–he’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Heather’s expression twisted with different feelings. When her eyes caught Sophia’s mocking look, embarrassment washed over her. “Enough. Just stop talking,” she snapped.
Heather tried to leave, but Sophia wasn’t going to let her go that easily. She followed Heather to her room, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Heather, don’t forget–you still owe me that allowance.”
Sophia’s words hit Heather like a shock from the past, bringing up a memory she wanted to forget. It was about Mireille, a name she never wanted to hear again.
Heather’s eyes flickered as she looked at Sophia, her voice shaky. “How much do you know?”
Sophia’s smile sharpened, her tone playful. “Pay up, and we’ll see.”
Heather clenched her teeth, her anger barely controlled. “I’ll give you tonight.”
Sophia shook her head, standing firm. “Even a minute late, I’ll have a nice chat with Jonathan–about Mireille.”
“I’ll give you now,” Heather shouted, her hands shaking as she grabbed her phone to make the call.
Sophia’s grin grew wider, her satisfaction clear. “Heather, you really know how to show off that rich–lady style.”
Heather was boiling with anger. “Just tell me.”
“Tell what?”
“Sophia!” Heather barked, her voice sharp.
Sophia’s grin widened even more. “The money hasn’t hit my account yet.”
She stepped closer to Heather, her tone deceptively sweet. “You were so careful back then, weren’t you? Sneaking her away in the dark. But tell me, did you ever check if she was carrying Jonathan’s child?”
Heather froze, her mind going blank for a moment.
Years ago, Jonathan was set up by a rival company and ended up in a dangerous situation. Mireille saved him. Within three days, Jonathan and Mireille slept together.
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When Heather found out, she was furious. But she didn’t dare confront him, scared he’d leave her. So, after Jonathan Cama bast of CREAT Mireille disappeared, Even Jonathan never suspected anything,
Heather thought, ‘How does Sophia know about this?‘ Her mind raced, but before she could ask, she realized Sophie had already gone,
She wondered, ‘Could Sophia really have some kind of special ability?‘ She dismissed the idea as silly.
Sophia looked at the three million that just went into her account, a happy smile on her face. She spent the whole afternoon upstairs, focused on her own plans, while the Chandler residence was unusually quiet and calm.
That night, Howard’s loud screams broke the silence, sending chills through everyone. For several nights, he had been haunted by the same ghost–a ghost with Yvette’s face.
She crept in through the window, appeared on the TV, and hung eerily in midair.
No matter how she appeared, the result was always the same: Yvette’s face would start to rot, the skin and flesh melting away bit by bit until it turned into a puddle of blood right in front of Howard’s eyes.
The next morning, Sophia woke up to shouting and crying. She rolled over, pulled the blanket over her head, and went back to sleep.
Lately, she hadn’t had nightmares. Her sleep was deep and peaceful–she could fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
It felt almost magical.
In the hallway, Howard sat slumped in his wheelchair, his wrinkled pajamas hanging loosely on his frail body. His hair was a tangle, his face thin, with sunken eyes and rough skin.
The cosmetic procedures he had trusted had completely failed, leaving his face droopy and lifeless. He was a disaster. Dark circles were under his eyes, making him look spooky.
Yvette came down the stairs, only to stop in her tracks when she saw him staring at her with an intense, almost predatory look.
Howard’s eyes fixed on her, cold and relentless. “It’s you,” he muttered darkly.
Yvette cautiously took a step closer. Howard lunged forward, his hand gripping her neck tightly. His eyes blazed with crazy anger. “It’s you. You’re the ghost. Why are you haunting me? Why won’t you leave me alone?”
Yvette froze in fear. His grip tightened around her throat, making it hard to breathe. “H–Howard,” she managed to say, barely audible.
“Why are you haunting me? Why?” Howard’s voice was a harsh roar, his hands tightening painfully around her neck. His face twisted in anger. “I treated you so well. Why are you doing this to me?”
Howard said, “You’re not my sister. You’re a curse, a ghost. Who are you really? Tell me now. If you don’t, I’ll strangle you to death.”
Yvette’s face turned red, her vision blurring as her lungs cried out for air. She couldn’t even make a sound, her body trembling as her eyes rolled back.
“What are you doing, Howard?” Heather’s panicked yoice came from the stairs, her heart nearly stopping at the sight before her.
“Have you completely lost your mind? Let go of Yvette. She’s your sister. Are you trying to kill her?” Heather’s voice shook with desperation as she begged him.
Seeing Yvette about to pass out, Heather threw herself at Howard, clawing at his arms and pounding on his back. “Let her go. Stop it, Howard,” she screamed, her voice raw with fear.
The ghostly visions that had tormented him for days, mixed with the harsh online hatred, played in Howard’s head like a cruel loop. They all pushed him deeper into despair.
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“I can’t take it anymore,” Howard roared, his voice breaking with sorrow. “She’s a ghost. A curse, She’s not my sister. She taunts me ovary righe ti losing my sanity. If I kill her now, she’ll stop torturing me forever.”
Heather’s blood ran cold at his wild words. Tears streamed down her face as she fought against him with all her strength, her voice breaking into frantic
cries. “Help!”
Howard’s eyes shot over to Heather, full of anger. “You’re with her? You’re helping her hurt me? You’re just as terrible as she is. If I can’t be at peace, you won’t be either. You both can just die together.”
Even with his wounds, Howard was incredibly strong. Heather, used to a soft life, couldn’t handle his wild anger. With a deep shout, Howard pushed both Heather and Yvette down the stairs, his face a mix of pain and rage.
The maid who rushed over saw this scene, screamed.
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