Chapter 1818
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The moment Vivian vanished, Manfred's smile disappeared, swiftly giving way to a dark, foreboding presence.
He had completely abandoned any hope for his so-called father. Perhaps this was for the best-there would be no need to hold back when the time came.
That night, the Atkinson residence fell into an eerie stillness. Almost everyone had drifted into sleep.
Then, a blood-curdling scream shattered the silence, echoing from Cyril's room. It was so intense that it roused everyone in the house. The horrifying scream reverberated through the halls, waking even the deepest sleepers.
Instantly, everyone rushed toward Cyril's room, including Randall and Zea.
This was no ordinary noise. The scream was full of agony, not the kind one would expect from a man in his room with a woman-it was far worse. And with each passing moment, the screams grew louder, more desperate.
The terrifying sound paralyzed everyone with fear.
"What's going on with Cyril? Could it be... Could it be a ghost haunting him? The maids have been whispering about a female ghost haunting our mansion," Zea said, her face pale with worry.
She was terrified that the rumors about a ghost haunting the mansion might be true. Cyril was her only support; if something happened to him, everything she had would crumble.
Randall frowned, annoyed by Zea's words. He had been enjoying a rare, peaceful night's sleep when the commotion woke him. He had no patience for such superstitions.
"Stop with the nonsense. What ghost? It's just the maids being foolish. How could you be just as foolish as them?" he snapped.
Zea fell silent, but a deep unease gnawed at her. The maids had all been whispering about a female ghost, and even Cyril had claimed to have heard her voice.
She couldn't shake the thought that perhaps the ghost had returned and was now helping Manfred torment Cyril.
But a mere ghost wouldn't scare her. The priest she had arranged for was on his way to Vlario. Once he arrived, no matter what spirit it was, it would be dealt with and erased from
existence.
As she moved toward Cyril's room, Zea's mind raced with dark
thoughts, her worry escalating with each step. She thought, "Please, Cyril, don't let this scare you into illness."
But when they reached Cyril's room, the first thing that hit them was a pungent smell of urine, followed by a thick, suffocating stench of blood. The two odors mingled, sending waves of nausea through the group.
The maids were frozen, too terrified to move, standing at the door.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you checking on Mr. Cyril?" Zea demanded sharply as she pushed past them.
She had been lax with the maids lately, but this behavior was audacious- standing at the door, watching Cyril suffer.
"Ah! Ah! Mom! Dad!" Cyril's cries grew louder when he heard Zea's voice, his screams piercing the air.
The maids exchanged stunned looks, too frightened to meet Zea's gaze. Randall asked impatiently, "What's going on?"
Though he cared deeply for Cyril, Cyril's loud cries and outbursts were improper.
"Ah! My... My..." Cyril was crying so hard he could barely catch his breath.
Zea stepped into the room and immediately froze. Her legs buckled beneath her, and she staggered back, her face draining of color.