Chapter 246

At the auction, Lucy White's attention was drawn to several antiques radiating unusual energy. Besides the millennia-old coral tree, she spotted a few artifacts imbued with vital energy.

The atmosphere grew tense. Many metaphysics experts had their eyes on these treasures, driving the bidding wars to unprecedented heights.

Lucy only managed to secure a tortoise shell and a miasma pendant. Her wallet was drained, yet a satisfied smile played on her lips.

"Miss White, a moment please."

Hunter Wilde intercepted her as the auction concluded. Lowering his voice, he said, "I need your help with something."

Ethan Smith subtly closed the distance between them.

Hugo Wilde joined them. "Bro, what's so secretive?"

After scanning their surroundings, Hugo said, "Let's discuss this in my office."

Julian Chase tactfully excused himself, followed by Evan York and David Wilson.

The office was fragrant with brewing tea.

Hugo poured Lucy a cup. "My girlfriend's cousin is experiencing... unusual symptoms."

"Oh?" Lucy arched an eyebrow.

"After returning from a southern trip," Hugo whispered, "his belly keeps expanding like a pregnancy."

Lucy's teacup froze mid-air.

"Even stranger," Hugo's voice dropped further, "it moves."

Ethan suddenly spoke. "When did this start?"

"Two weeks ago." Hugo looked at Lucy. "Could you examine him today?"

Lucy set down her cup. "I'm available now."

Hugo exhaled in relief, then hesitated.

Hunter bluntly interjected: "Bro, did you forget to mention how insane that family is?"

En route, Hugo awkwardly explained: "The Quinns... can be difficult."

Their car stopped before a European-style villa.

Tiffany Quinn stood at the entrance with a strained smile. "So this is... the expert?"

Her gaze lingered on Lucy's delicate features, jealousy flashing in her eyes.

Upstairs, Elder Quinn clutched her grandson's hand, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing the newcomers, she rushed forward. "Hugo dear..."

Her smile froze upon noticing Lucy.

"This... is the expert?" Her voice rose an octave.

Mr. Quinn Junior openly scoffed. "Are you joking? What could someone this young possibly know?"

Mrs. Quinn shrieked: "Our son is dying, and you bring us some little girl to fool us?"

Lucy remained still, a faint smile on her lips.

Hugo's expression darkened. "Mind your words, Mr. Quinn!"

"I don't care!" Quinn Junior pointed at Lucy. "What can this brat possibly do? Get someone else!"

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from the bedroom.

"Ah! It's—it's moving again!"

They turned to see Quinn's son writhing in agony, his stomach grotesquely distended with something undulating beneath the skin.

Lucy's eyes sharpened as she strode forward.

"Stop!" Elder Quinn blocked her path. "What are you doing to my grandson?"

Lucy said coldly, "Delay any longer, and he won't survive the night."

Mrs. Quinn screamed: "You're cursing my child!"

Hunter lost his temper. "Damn it! Do you want to save him or not?"

The young man suddenly emitted an inhuman shriek as blood seeped through his abdominal skin.

Lucy shoved the old woman aside, golden light flickering at her fingertips.

"Now, everyone shut up!"