Chapter 895
895 Let’s Walt a Little Longer for Justice
The scooter roared, Kate stood still lost in thought.
At the Wilsons, the people who had come to apologize had left. No one dared to speak ill of Leanne again. The truth had finally come to light, but it was too late.
Budd was shackled to the bed by the Invisible threads of the Epoch Collection. Leanne couldn’t see them, but as Budd’s wife, she noticed some subtle differences with Budd. It wasn’t just the fever.
Budd used to be cheerful. No matter how much he suffered at work or how many overtime hours he had to put in, his eyes were always bright whenever he came home.
Budd had always protected his family. He had always believed that as long as their family stayed together, there was hope for a better future no matter how tough things were.
But since Dulcie’s death, Budd’s eyes had become dull.
He insisted that something was fishy about Dulcie’s death and tried to investigate, but he faced hurdles everywhere he turned and was even driven away by others.
Leanne looked at Budd, who was crying even in his sleep. That was when she noticed that most of his hair had grayed.
It starkly contrasted with his return from the military. Although Budd had a leg injury, he had been full of spirit back then.
“I know you’re in pain. I’m here with you for what happened to Dulcie. If we can’t get justice, I’ll join you in seeking revenge,” Leanne softly muttered. She had tried coming up with solutions.
Some suggested posting a video online to spark a debate about the incident, but Leanne had no idea how she could get the topic to trend. She didn’t understand how social media worked either.
When the neighbors started to gossip about Leanne behind her back, Leanne questioned if she was the reason Dulcie was inflicted.
She mulled over how incapable and useless she was. Not only was her family poor, but she was talentless as well.
Leanne had considered joining Dulcié in death, but she couldn’t leave Budd behind. He was a good husband and father.
Tears streamed down Leanne’s face as she placed Dulcie’s photo in Budd’s hands and held him close. Budd, let’s wait a little longer for Wynter. Just a little longer.”
The resentment around Budd stabilized as if he heard Leanne’s words. The glow on the Epoch Collection
subsided,
The sea on the South–West corner calmed. The worshiped dragon was amazed by the scene. It couldn’t help but sigh. No one would ever think that emotions could penetrate formations and impact the sacrificial energy.
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Declan, who was absorbing energy in a villa in the mountains, opened his eyes suddenly. He frowned in dissatisfaction, annoyed by the interruption. He wondered if something had gone wrong at the South-
West corner.
“Come here.” Declan’s voice was hoarse with age. There was a faint trace of gloom detected in his tone.
Phil, who was standing at the ready, shuddered. He hurried in and peered at the man on the bed through the layers of veil. “Mr. Quinnell, I’m here. Are you hungry? I’ll get the kitchen to send your favorite root herb
soup.”
“No need. Find out what’s going on with the Yarwoods.” Declan waved in dismissal.
“Copy that,” Phil responded curtly. Under normal circumstances, he was not allowed in when Declan was
cultivating. He had to stay on guard to hide Declan.
Declan calling for him to enter was rare. Since Phil couldn’t leave, he had to inquire with a call. The response he received was that the Yarwoods were doing fine.
The reply was very unsettling to hear, especially for Declan, who was the mastermind of the entire
incident.
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