บททั้งหมดของ Nine Ungrateful Sisters: บทที่ 641 - บทที่ 650

Giana and Hilda watched Buck and his crew slink away down the street, thoroughly defeated.The two sisters looked at each other. Relief flickered in both their eyes.It was over that quickly?Life had thrown them far too many twists lately. They could have done with fewer."Thank you so much," Giana said as she gently pulled Hilda along and walked over to Lucius.Things were not fully resolved, but this was the best outcome they could have hoped for, and they both knew it."You two are incredibly beautiful."Neither sister had expected those words. Their faces flushed before they could stop themselves.Back when the Chamberlain family had been at the height of its influence, compliments like that had been easy to brush aside. They were usually insincere, offered by people hoping to gain something.But a great deal had changed since then. Genuine praise had become so rare that a single compliment was enough to catch them completely off guard."I'm sorry. That was forward of me

Giana and Hilda stuffed everything back inside as quickly as they could, then followed Lucius to the company that had set the trap.They did not stop to straighten the room. They were not the ones asking for help, and they could not keep anyone waiting.So the apartment remained in disarray. More importantly, only the bulky, worthless items were left scattered across the floor. The smaller valuables, phones and jewelry, had quietly disappeared into Brock's crew members' pockets during the chaos.They had barely left when Elara came running. She had not even had time to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She shoved the door open and froze.The room was a wreck."Giana!"Giana was always home, always at her keyboard. Elara knew that.No answer came. She rushed to the bedroom and found it empty."Giana!" she called again.The sound of her own voice carried something raw and helpless. What had happened here?She sank to the floor, unable to get back up. Every ounce of strength see

Elara stumbled back two steps. The reflex saved her from being knocked flat.She steadied herself and looked up. At some point, the Miller household had acquired a black bulldog. It stood in front of the gate in a full threat display, teeth bared and eyes burning with aggression.Elara had been terrified of dogs ever since she was a child. Once, while playing with friends, she had accidentally stepped on a dog's tail. The animal had not forgiven the mistake. It spun around and bit her on the knee before she could get away. Even now, she could still see the scar whenever she lifted the hem of her skirt.The bulldog blocked the gate, leaving her no way to get past it. She called out to the two figures working in the courtyard, "Mr. and Mrs. Miller!"Neither of them turned around.She called again and again. At that distance, there was no way they hadn't heard her.Helena continued scattering seeds along the row. "Old man, is this right? We're going too far, aren't we? She stayed wi

For a long moment, the entrance to the Miller villa echoed with nothing but barking.The onlookers exchanged glances. She was really going through with it. Even George had not expected this.He looked up at the second-floor window. The curtain had not moved. Oscar gave no sign that he had noticed anything."Old man, she's really having an episode. She has to be." Helena could not hold herself back any longer. "Don't stop me. Even if Oscar scolds me for it, I'll take it. That dog isn't there for decoration. If he actually bites her, we've got a real problem.""Hold on." George caught her arm. He hesitated before lowering his voice. "Becca said those sisters are full of tricks. They keep coming back because they know Oscar has a soft heart. Half the time, nothing's actually wrong. Give it one more chance. If she keeps this up, you can go let her in."After calming Helena, he raised his voice again. "What's all that barking supposed to accomplish? The gate is wide open. The dog can o

Oscar had believed the transformation would remain where it was. One arm, deformed and strange, was something he could live with. A few extra months of life in a compromised body was a trade he could accept.But if the transformation kept spreading, he did not know what he would become. And whatever that was, a little extra time would not make it worth becoming.The left arm was connected closest to his heart. He could lose a hand, but he could not lose what came after.If it reached his heart, there would be no more choices. Only two paths would remain: death or becoming something he could not name.And whatever this was, it had come from a ritual performed by people who dealt in evil. He had no reason to trust where it would lead."My own vitalis used to push back against the transformed tissue. It kept the spread contained. But now the vitalis itself is being absorbed and assimilated. Circulation only accelerates it."The thought of removing the arm surfaced again.He had bee