My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 76. Farrah’s Dysfunctional Family

She stood from her seat and walked toward Mr. Bailey. "This technique requires me to massage your hair. Are you okay with that?"

"I have no problem with that. Go ahead," Mr. Bailey said.

Cara ran her fingers through his dark, medium-length hair and murmured, "Sir, your hair is surprisingly silky."

"Thank you," he said, clearly pleased by the compliment.

She and Farrah exchanged a quick glance before Cara began the massage, her hands moving carefully over his scalp. Almost immediately, she could feel the tension leaving his body. Mr. Bailey sighed, relaxing under her touch, completely unaware of what she was about to do.

As she continued, her fingers subtly found a small section of hair. With one hand still working his scalp, she reached into her pocket with the other, pulling out the small knife she had carried ever since the Scott brothers’ attack. She positioned the blade carefully, grasped a tiny lock of hair, and with a swift, silent motion, she cut it.

Mr. Bailey shifted slightly, as if sensing something, but he was far too relaxed to question it. Cara quickly slipped the hair into her pocket and continued the massage, ensuring her movements remained smooth and natural.

Then a thought struck her. I need a few strands pulled from the root.

Celine hadn’t mentioned this, but Cara had done her own research on witch rituals and learned that hair plucked directly from the scalp made spells far more potent than hair that was simply cut.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before making her move. Keeping her touch gentle, she massaged for another minute before quickly plucking a few strands.

Mr. Bailey jerked upright, his eyes widening in pain. "What the—? That hurt!"

"I’m so sorry, sir!" Cara said, her voice laced with just the right amount of guilt. "I’m still learning this technique."

His irritation softened as he exhaled. "So, I really was your experiment, huh?"

Cara forced an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sir. I thought I had it down, but I guess I have more to learn." She slid back into her seat. "But overall, was it that bad?"

Mr. Bailey rubbed his head where she had plucked the strands. "No, it wasn’t all bad. At first, it felt great... until you suddenly started yanking my hair. Is that really part of the technique?"

Cara nodded, keeping her face neutral. "Yes... I think. I’ll have to look into it more."

She exchanged a glance with Farrah, who looked both impressed and slightly unnerved at how easily Cara could lie.

"You better look into it," Mr. Bailey said with a half-smile. "Until then, your hands are never coming near my hair again."

Cara returned his smile. Trust me, Mr. Bailey, that was a one-time thing. I have no plans to ever touch your hair again, she thought.

Then she leaned forward, tilting her head. "Sir, where’s Mrs. Bailey? I haven’t seen her since I, well... resurrected."

Mr. Bailey hesitated for just a second before answering. "She’s on a work trip in London. She’ll be back soon."

But as he spoke, Cara heard something else—his thoughts.

She left me. But I’m going to get her back.

Her eyes flickered with curiosity, but before she could press further, Farrah spoke up. "I really can’t wait for her to come back. This is the longest work trip she’s taken."

"Yes, it is," Mr. Bailey said, forcing a smile. "But I’m sure she’ll be back soon, so we can all live together as a happy family. Just as God intended."

Cara said nothing, but one thing was clear—he didn’t believe his own words.

"Cheers to that," she said, raising a cup of water since alcohol was a no-go in this house.

Farrah ignored her and turned to her father. "Daddy, you and I both know Mom isn’t coming back to live together as God intended."

Mr. Bailey’s cheerful expression darkened instantly. "So, Evelyn has spoken to you, and you haven’t told me?"

"Yes. Mom told me some things, things you’d never say because you still think I’m a little girl. She wants a divorce," Farrah said, her voice firm.

Mr. Bailey clenched his jaw. "Well, she isn’t going to get it. I am a true Christian, and divorce is not an option. She will come back, and we will work things out. We are meant to be a happy family." His voice was tight with barely contained anger.

For a fleeting moment, his blue eyes flickered, burning red before returning to normal.

Cara and Farrah froze.

’Did you see that?’

[Yes, I did. It seems he has powers after all.] Hagrit’s voice echoed in Cara’s head.

’I need to tell Celine about this. ASAP.’

The tension in the room hung thick, but Mr. Bailey quickly shifted gears. "Let’s change the subject. Have you seen your colleague, Lisa Morton?"

Cara forced a neutral expression. "I haven’t seen her."

"You didn’t see her at work today?"

"No," Cara said smoothly. "But then again, there was a lot going on. If she was there, I must have missed her." She lied effortlessly, she knew exactly where Lisa was.

Mr. Bailey studied her for a beat before asking, "What happened at the diner? Did the Scott brothers show up and cause problems?"

"No, sir." Cara shook her head. "Jackie Hoyt became our boss and the new owner of the diner."

Mr. Bailey’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. "How did that happen? Did Rudy give her the diner?"

"No." Cara smirked. "Jackie found proof that Rudy lied, her late father did pay off his debt before he died. Once she had the evidence, she kicked Rudy out with the same police officers he called to throw her out. It was a whole thing."

Mr. Bailey’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Strange... A good Christian girl goes missing, and a wealthy Christian man loses one of his businesses. I’m sure Rudy will sort this out."

Farrah frowned. "Dad, there was proof that Rudy took the diner from Jackie under false pretenses. And you’re still defending him?"

Mr. Bailey scoffed. "Farrah, a true child of God—like the mayor—isn’t capable of taking what isn’t his. This is his enemies attacking him, plain and simple."

Farrah let out a hollow laugh. "This is why Mom left you."

His head snapped toward her, eyes blazing. "What did you just say?"

Farrah met his glare without flinching. "You heard me, Dad. Mom left because she was tired of your obsession with the church."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, his phone rang. He shot Farrah a sharp look. "We’ll talk about this later."

He answered the call, and the moment he did, his face fell, drained of all color.

Cara and Farrah exchanged glances.

When the call ended, his hand trembled as he lowered the phone.

Cara hesitated before asking, "Sir... did someone die?"

Mr. Bailey’s voice cracked. "Yes," tears welled in his eyes, rolling silently down his cheeks. "Someone died."