บททั้งหมดของ Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: บทที่ 361 - บทที่ 370

“Did she rent it just because the price was low?”“What else could it be? She’s definitely going to regret moving in!”“Well, not necessarily. That incident was years ago.”Under the ginkgo tree, a group of elderly men and women were gossiping in hushed tones.But as the saying goes—speak of the devil, and he shall appear.The young girl they were discussing arrived, carrying several bags filled with candies, red dates, fruits, and small wild ginseng.“Grandpas and grandmas, we just moved in. My name is Amelia, and this is my little brother, Elijah.”Today, Elijah was dressed brightly. To make it easier to work, he even wore a baseball cap. He stood there, nodding politely.The elderly loved children—especially ones like Elijah, whose face was both fierce and adorably round.In an instant, the atmosphere warmed considerably.“You even brought gifts?” One of the grandmothers spoke, though she couldn't help but look at Amelia with admiration.This younger generation—she was generous but

Rowan knew he couldn’t hide the truth. If the Crawford family wanted to investigate, they would find out eventually.And seeing his friends suffer like this, he decided to come clean.So, he told Mr. Crawford about what had happened at the vintage shop.The old man furrowed his brows. “Someone predicted the accident?”Rowan nodded, recalling the encounter with lingering fear. “She just told me not to go. I didn’t know it would turn out like this.”Mr. Crawford patted his shoulder. “Child, you had a stroke of luck. Whether that young woman was a fraud or not, she saved your life.”But misfortune had instead befallen the Crawford family.If this incident blew up, they would be at the center of the storm.“Rich kids street racing, nearly killing a pregnant woman”—that wasn’t a headline they could afford.The Jerry family could afford to lose a junior member. But the bigger picture had to remain stable.“That girl… do you know where she is now?”Dealing with the actress would be simple.T

"You were the one who called the ambulance, right?""When Barret contacted you, it was probably to create a record."Barney stared at him. "I think he deliberately said it was Sebastian who hit her, just so there would be a recording—so he could clear himself of suspicion.""He wanted to drag you in too, but you called the ambulance instead."Barney lit a cigarette, his hands still trembling. "Rowan, I don’t want to think so badly of Barret, but when people are desperate to protect themselves, they can become truly terrifying.""You’re a Fisher. You have nothing to fear.""But me and Adrian… we don’t have that kind of backing."Rowan knew he was right.No one would openly address this incident.Heavy fog, a winding mountain road, a faulty dashcam.The Campbell and Forbes families would never let Barney and Adrian testify.And now, the Crawford family could use Rowan’s call to the ambulance as proof that Sebastian was responsible.Rowan lit another cigarette.He had never questioned h

Abby lowered her eyes, looking somewhat sorrowful.Her younger cousin, Bill, standing beside her, immediately comforted her. "Abby, don't worry. None of us will ever consider some girl from the countryside as family. She can't compare to you.""Spencer and Barret both said that no one in our circle will truly accept her. She's just a joke."Abby suddenly looked up. "Bill, you must never say that in front of your second grandfather.""Second grandfather is biased," Bill pouted. "Why shouldn't I say it? I’m just telling the truth. If my grandfather were in charge, he wouldn’t even let that countryside girl step foot in this house."Abby glared at him. "Bill! How can you say that? She’s your biological cousin! Even if others call her a countryside girl, you shouldn't!""Abby, why are you still defending her?" Bill was confused. "Ever since she came back, second grandfather has been trying to drive you out. Barret said it must be because she badmouthed you to him! She’s jealous of you bef

Earlier, some elderly neighbors had visited and kindly advised him, “Elijah, why’d you pick that up? Be a good boy—don’t keep old junk. Go toss it away.”Elijah tilted his head. Toss it?Thud!He stomped on it—flattening the ball instantly.It had been bouncing around annoyingly. Problem solved.The elderly neighbors exchanged bewildered glances.“Wasn’t that ball supposed to be indestructible?”“Yeah, I remember people saying that. And wasn’t it kind of... creepy?”“They say anyone who tries to step on it always ends up falling. Haven’t we all heard weird noises at night? I bet it was that thing.”“But the house has been empty—how could it make noise? Never mind, let’s stop talking about this. It’s getting dark soon, and we don’t want to scare Elijah.”Scare him?Elijah, looking utterly innocent, gazed up at them with wide eyes while still clutching the squashed ball.The elderly neighbors: ...Something feels off.“Well, makes sense. Didn’t Amelia say Elijah was actually a little Zen