Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 400: Curse

His voice lowered slightly. "Are you more powerful than them?"

Lana gave a short nod.

He exhaled slowly before speaking. "My grandmother... is already dead."

For a brief moment, everything seemed to stop.

Lana’s eyes widened, her breath catching faintly. "How?"

The grandson shook his head, his expression turning complicated. "That... is a mystery. Some people told me to keep my mouth shut."

Lana’s gaze instantly snapped toward Mr. and Mrs. Almond, her eyes sharp and filled with suspicion. "What’s going on?"

Both of them stiffened, panic flashing across their faces as they hurriedly shook their heads. "We didn’t do anything!"

"She died of old age!"

Their voices overlapped, rushed and unconvincing. Lana’s brows furrowed slightly. ’Something isn’t right...’

Before she could press further, the grandson spoke again, his voice quiet but firm.

"It’s because... she didn’t have enough money to get treatment for her illness."

Lana froze.

For a brief moment, even the faint dripping of water from the cracked ceiling seemed to stop. Slowly, almost mechanically, she turned toward the grandson, her eyes searching his face.

The young man swallowed, his voice low and hesitant. "It’s just... two years ago, grandma was diagnosed with cancer."

He paused, his fingers tightening slightly around the edge of his sleeve. "She didn’t have enough money for treatment. She tried to ask the Almond family for help... but it was useless."

A bitter breath left him. "They ignored her completely."

Lana’s hands clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms as a sharp, burning anger rose within her chest.

Without a word, she turned toward Mr. and Mrs. Almond, her gaze cold enough to freeze the air.

Mr. Almond stiffened under her stare and immediately spoke, his tone defensive. "We already gave her severance pay, along with her bonuses and three months’ salary. We are not obligated to pay anything more."

Hearing those words, Lana’s fists tightened even further.

From their perspective, they had done enough. To them, it was already more than sufficient. There was no guilt, no attachment... no love for the woman who had served them for years.

’So this is how they see it...’

If the nanny had been closer to them instead of her... perhaps she wouldn’t have died because of money.

’So in the end... its all mistake...’

Her jaw tightened.

Looking straight at them, her voice dropped into something dangerously calm. "You two... are truly selfish."

Mrs. Almond’s face tightened immediately as she stepped forward. "You can’t..."

Mr. Almond cut in sharply, his voice rising, "We did nothing wrong! After all if paid what we were obliged to pay."

Lana gritted her teeth, her eyes glinting with restrained fury. "If that’s the case... then I won’t help you either. I have paid what I was obliged to pay."

Her lips curled into a cold smile. "I’ll just sit back and watch... as both of you fall into misery."

The words hung in the air like a curse.

Without sparing them another glance, she turned toward the grandson. Her expression softened just a fraction, though the coldness still lingered beneath. "You’re coming with me."

The grandson hesitated for a few seconds, studying her face carefully before speaking. "I’m... very expensive."

Lana blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "What?"

He continued calmly, his tone oddly matter-of-fact.

"There are many things about me that require money. So before you decide to take me in... it would be better if you read the letter grandma left for you."

Lana’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’A letter...?’

Without another word, the boy turned and walked into the adjoining room. Moments later, he returned, holding a slightly worn envelope, its edges softened with time.

He handed it to her.

The moment Lana saw the contents, her body stiffened.

The faint scent of old paper and ink rose as she unfolded the letter, her fingers brushing against the delicate, almost trembling handwriting.

"Lana... I knew you would come one day... but by then, I might already be gone..."

Her breath caught.

The letter continued, filled with warmth even in its fading strokes.

The nanny wrote about her grandson, her only bloodline, and revealed that he belonged to a powerful family.

His life was in danger, and she begged Lana to protect him until he grew strong enough to stand on his own.

Lana’s brows furrowed slightly. ’A powerful family...?’

Her eyes paused on the word family.

Something about it felt... off.

The ink there looked uneven, slightly thicker than the rest, as if it had been written over or hidden beneath something.

Her gaze darkened, but she didn’t immediately act on the suspicion. Instead, she folded the letter carefully and looked back at the boy, her expression unreadable.

A faint smile appeared on her lips. "I’ll help you."

She tilted her head slightly. "And don’t worry... I won’t consider you expensive."

Her eyes gleamed faintly. "After all... money is the one thing I have plenty of."

The boy nodded calmly. "Okay I trust you."

Without hesitation, he turned and picked up a bag that had already been prepared. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Lana blinked, surprised. "Were you... waiting for me?"

He shook his head. "No."

His answer was short, offering nothing more.

Lana didn’t press further.

With a final glance around the suffocating room, she turned and walked out.

Behind her, Mr. and Mrs. Almond remained frozen.

They watched her leave, their expressions dark and uncertain, but neither of them dared to follow. They both knew, deep down, that they had already crossed a line they could never return from.

’If we push her any further...’

The thought alone sent a chill down their spines. Outside, the air felt fresher, but the weight in Lana’s chest remained.

Her eyes turned cold as she spoke under her breath, "Mr. Crow... place a curse on them."

A faint chuckle echoed beside her, unseen and eerie. "What kind of curse?"

Her gaze didn’t waver. "One day... they will die because of their own selfishness."

A low, amused laugh followed. "Consider it done."