The scene left everyone in the room exchanging uneasy glances. Brandonâs situation was pitifulâheâd been drained of luck to this extent, and yet Olivia still hadnât let him go.Olivia, of course, refused to admit anything. She shook her head frantically, denying the accusations. "No, itâs not true! This is just a protective charm. It was given to me by someone else, and they said it would ensure safety and protection. Itâs not some luck-draining thing!âBrandon, donât listen to Lindsay. Sheâs just trying to stir things up and make you doubt me!âAdmitting it was out of the question. She couldnât let this truth come out.Lindsay, however, had anticipated Oliviaâs denial. She turned to Benedict, her voice calm. âMr. Benedict, would you mind checking the pendant for Mr. Brandon? Letâs see if itâs truly a protective charmâor a medium for draining luck.âBenedict, with his dark, knowing gaze, looked at Lindsay. It was clear she had cornered him into getting involved. Still, he responded wit
Benedict's eyes carried a subtle, amused look as he glanced at Lindsay. "Of course.âHe could see through her planâshe was setting up a trap, pushing Brandon to report his sister to the Divination Association, forcing him to personally deliver his adoptive sister to face punishment. A rather ruthless move.As expected, Brandon calmly said, "Iâll file a complaint with the Divination Association against her. And I hope they investigate and find out which mystic gave her such twisted tools. Iâll demand severe punishment for them."At this moment, Brandon was filled with a deep sense of betrayalâhis love and care for Olivia now transformed into a bitter desire for justice. The more he had once protected her, the more he wanted her to face the consequences of her actions now. She had hurt him too deeply.Olivia couldnât believe what she was hearing. Her voice trembled as she looked at him in disbelief. "Brandon, how could you do this to me?"Brandon found her words almost laughable. "I'm me
When Randolph and Valarie entered the room, Oliviaâs face paled. âWhy are those old fools here?â she thought.Ever since she had joined the Harper family, they had treated her with a cold indifference, always viewing her as an outsider because she wasnât their blood. And now, as they stood before her, it was clearâthey hadnât come with good intentions.Brandon and Alex were equally surprised. âGrandfather, Grandmother, what are you doing here?â Randolph had already spoken to the doctor about his grandsonâs condition. His face was grim as he said, âYouâve made such a mess of things, disgracing the Harper family. And still, you canât even resolve it on your own? If we didnât come, who else would clean up this disaster?âThe door had been slightly ajar, and the conversation inside the room had been overheard by the elders. Randolphâs gaze shifted to Brandon, filled with disappointment. âI canât believe our family raised such a weak, indecisive fool.âBrandon swallowed hard, feeling the
Lindsay shrugged and bluntly said, "I donât like any of them. So, even if I had a way to help, I wouldnât lift a finger."Her goal in warning the brothers not to let Olivia drain their luck wasnât out of concern for them. It was purely self-preservationâshe didnât want their stupidity to create more problems for her down the line. As far as she was concerned, they had brought their misfortune on themselves, and the fact that she hadnât made things worse for them was already more than they deserved. Helping them was out of the question.Brandon and Alex looked at her in disbeliefâLindsay was truly ruthless. But after everything, they knew they had no right to blame her.Randolph, however, wasnât surprised. In fact, Lindsayâs decisiveness made her seem more like a true Harper than his other foolish grandsons. She knew when to cut ties, without hesitation or sentimentalityâa trait he could almost admire. It was a shame things had turned out this way.He had anticipated Lindsayâs refusa
As they sat in the car on the way back, Lindsay turned to Benedict and asked, âBenedict, do you think the Divination Association will punish Olivia once they investigate?âBenedict glanced at her briefly. âHard to say.âHe continued, âSince she isnât a mystic herself, she probably wonât face severe punishment. It all depends on whether they can uncover the mystic who helped her. That person, for sure, will be heavily penalized.âLindsay smiled and pressed further, âDo you think theyâll be able to track down the person behind her?âBenedict raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you think?âLindsay considered it. âThere are two possibilities. If someone wants to protect Olivia, theyâll find a scapegoat to take the fall. That way, they can shift the blame and help her avoid serious consequences.âBut if they decide to cut ties with her completely, that person will never be found. In that case, Olivia will be left to bear the full weight of her actions, which could mean prison.âShe looked at him cu
The official at the Divination Association had no choice but to comply with Randolph's persistence, so he arranged for two skilled mystics from the association to accompany him back to the hospital.Once they arrived at the hospital, Randolph was greeted by the sight of his grandson, Brandon, lying on the bed with half of his face swollen and his expression twisted in pain.âWhat happened now?â Randolph asked, his tone exasperated.Valarie, who had been tending to Brandon, shook her head in disbelief. âHeâs just been terribly unlucky,â she explained. âThe bed was propped up earlier, but suddenly, it collapsed to the side. His face slammed into the cabinet, and now itâs swollen.âShe sighed, pointing to Brandonâs legs. âAnd for some reason, his legs look like theyâve been bitten by insects. Heâs got welts all over, and theyâre itching like crazy. He canât scratch them himself, so heâs been having Alex help him.âAt the bedside, Alex sat with a scratching tool, helping relieve Brandonâs
Hearing their words, the hope that had briefly flickered in Brandonâs eyes quickly faded, leaving him more devastated than before. "Grandfather, I know I was wrong," he muttered, finally realizing the truth. His foster sister had been nothing but troubleâfar from trustworthy, she had been a constant source of harm. Meanwhile, his real sister, though harsh and distant, had proven to be far more reliable. Regret gnawed at him deeply.Randolph sighed, his voice heavy with disappointment. âKnowing youâre wrong doesnât change anything. Itâs too late now.âTurning back to the two mystics, Randolph asked, âIf you canât break the curse directly, could you at least help suppress his misfortune? Maybe with a protective charm or some kind of mystical object?âDespite his frustration with his grandsonâs foolishness, he couldnât just leave him to suffer.Both mystics exchanged uneasy glances. âWe donât have the ability to suppress his bad luck with charms.ââFor something like that, youâd need t
Given the Harper family's persistence, there was no way the Divination Association could avoid a thorough investigation. Seeing that Randolph wouldnât back down, the official left, courteously escorted out by Randolph, who, for the moment, had ceased his protests.Valarie carefully placed the multicolored stone inside a small protective pouch before securing it around Brandon's neck. Though he felt a slight relief after putting it on, the bad luck continued. As the official had warned, his misfortune was too severe for one artifact to fully contain.Randolph tried every connection he had, attempting to borrow a second artifact, but came up empty-handed. Time slipped by, and evening approached before they could find any further solutions.By the time Richard and Grace arrived at the hospital, they were met with the weary faces of their parents. Feeling guilty for everything his father had gone through, Richard bowed his head. "Dad, Mom, I'm so sorry you had to go through this today."
In the vibrant district of the historic town, the streets were lined with vintage boutiques and various artisan stalls. Lindsay's group visited the townâs administration office and rented a temporary booth.Alex and Justin eagerly borrowed a table and chairs, setting up the booth. Following Lindsay's instructions, they also bought a piece of white fabric and worked together to create a simple sign. The production team provided markers and other supplies.Lindsay glanced over at Benedict and said, "Benedict, Iâll let you handle writing the banner."She was eager to observe his writing and the energy he gave off while doing it.Benedict sighed inwardlyâthis girl was constantly trying to test him. After a momentâs thought, he nodded. "Alright, Iâll write it."He grabbed a marker, uncapped it, and wrote in bold letters across the white fabric: âFortune Telling, Divination, and Tarot Readings.âLindsay watched him closely, noticing the fluidity of his movements as he wrote, his posture exud
Justin added, "My momâs been trying to get me to help Olivia and distance myself from Lindsay. Sheâs also said plenty of nasty things about Lindsay. This time, not only did I ignore her, but I even pushed back. It probably pissed her off, and now sheâs taking it out on Lindsay."Alex, clearly upset, said, "You should talk to her and tell her to stop fixating on Lindsay. Lindsay hasnât done anything to provoke her. Itâs ridiculous."He was frustrated that Justinâs mom had been stirring up trouble, making Grace even more difficult to deal with.Justin nodded. "Alright, after the show is over, Iâll have a talk with her."He also felt his mom was acting out of line. Back when he liked Lindsay, her disapproval at least made sense. But now that Lindsay had kicked him to the curb, his momâs continued obsession was baffling.Although they were speaking softly, Lindsay and Benedict, walking ahead, heard every word.Lindsay found the situation with Abby baffling as well. A woman who fawned over
After Lindsay left, the other guests quickly followed, leaving only Alex standing there awkwardly. He spoke briefly to the production staff, and they soon shifted the cameras away from that area. Alex then walked over to Grace, saying, "Mom, since Lindsay wonât lend it, letâs just drop it."Grace shot him a cold glare, her expression dark. "How can you be so heartless? The one lying in bed is your fourth brother. Are you hanging around Lindsay all the time just to learn how to be cold and ruthless?"Unable to contain her frustration toward Lindsay, Grace directed it at Alex instead.Alex sighed in exasperation. "Even if we need help, it has to be something sheâs willing to do! Weâve wronged Lindsay enough as it is, so why do you keep trying to guilt-trip her? Brandonâs situation isnât Lindsayâs fault. Why donât you go find Olivia? Sheâs the one who caused all this, maybe she can fix it. After all, whoeverâs behind her is no easy target."Right now, all Alex felt toward Lindsay was gui
Grace held back her anger and said, "It'll only take a few minutes. I have something important to discuss with you."Lindsay sat back down in her seat. "Fine, go ahead."The livestream was on, and Lindsay was fully aware of itâshe was doing this on purpose.Grace was about to speak when her assistant whispered something in her ear. Her expression changed, and she subtly shifted her body to turn away from the camera.Then she looked at Lindsay. "Can we talk outside?"In her rush to find Lindsay, she had almost forgotten that this was a live-streamed variety show. She didnât want to be on camera, much less discuss such personal matters in front of an audience.Lindsay, however, refused. "If it's important, say it here. If not, then donât say anything."Graceâs expression darkened. "Itâs because itâs important that we need to talk privately."She emphasized, "Itâs not appropriate in front of the camera."Lindsay just smiled. "Unless it's something shady, whatâs wrong with saying it on cam
Lindsay thought about it for a while and figured that if Grace was coming to find her, it was probably for Brandon. The only thing she could want would be the artifact in her possession.Alex saw her reply and couldnât help but smile wryly. His sister was indeed sharp and saw right through it.He sent a voice message, repeating what the head of the Divination Association had told them. "Mom just wants to borrow the artifact from you to suppress Brandonâs condition."Lindsay replied, "Tell her not to waste her energy."Seeing that message, Alex knew right away that she wouldnât lend it out. It didnât surprise himâhis sister could be ruthless when she wanted to be."We canât convince her otherwise, not even Dad can stop her... sigh," Alex added. When their momâs temper flared, she wouldnât listen to anyone.Lindsay didnât seem to care. "Then let her come. Iâm not going to do her any favors."Alex recalled the conversation between their parents at the hospital and decided to warn her, "M
Recently, Grace had been spending more time with Abby, often meeting up for outings. Over time, Richard noticed that Grace's anger towards their biological daughter had deepened. Abby had always disliked Lindsay and showed more favoritism towards Olivia. She must have been stirring up trouble and egging Grace on whenever they met. With time, Grace was bound to be influenced.Grace, clearly annoyed, said, "You even want to control who I make friends with? Aren't you going too far? What's wrong with me getting along with Mrs. Ford and spending more time with her?"Richard felt cornered. "I just think there's something off about her. Her intentions in getting close to you don't seem good. That's why I'm trying to give you a heads-up."Grace didn't believe him at all. "I think you're overthinking it. Weâve always had a decent relationship. Weâre just closer now, thatâs all.""What do you men know about womenâs matters? Don't interfere." She now had plenty to talk about with Abby. Jenny wa
Richard glanced at Grace with clear disapproval. âThis whole mess was caused by Olivia and Brandon. What does any of it have to do with Lindsay?âHe could tell that recent events, and the embarrassment caused by their sons, had left his wife feeling bitter. It seemed she had begun to project that frustration onto Lindsay, despite the situation having little to do with her.Grace crossed her arms defensively. âIf it wasnât for her ongoing fight with Olivia, Brandon wouldnât have gotten involved. Heâs her brother. Doesnât she owe him some consideration now that heâs in this condition?âRichard frowned. âWhat exactly are you trying to say?âValarie, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, her displeasure clear. âI see it differently. Itâs Olivia and your son who started the trouble, and all Lindsay did was defend herself. Are you really looking to embarrass yourselves even more?âGrace shifted uncomfortably, feeling the sting of her mother-in-lawâs words. âIâm just thinking abou
Given the Harper family's persistence, there was no way the Divination Association could avoid a thorough investigation. Seeing that Randolph wouldnât back down, the official left, courteously escorted out by Randolph, who, for the moment, had ceased his protests.Valarie carefully placed the multicolored stone inside a small protective pouch before securing it around Brandon's neck. Though he felt a slight relief after putting it on, the bad luck continued. As the official had warned, his misfortune was too severe for one artifact to fully contain.Randolph tried every connection he had, attempting to borrow a second artifact, but came up empty-handed. Time slipped by, and evening approached before they could find any further solutions.By the time Richard and Grace arrived at the hospital, they were met with the weary faces of their parents. Feeling guilty for everything his father had gone through, Richard bowed his head. "Dad, Mom, I'm so sorry you had to go through this today."
Hearing their words, the hope that had briefly flickered in Brandonâs eyes quickly faded, leaving him more devastated than before. "Grandfather, I know I was wrong," he muttered, finally realizing the truth. His foster sister had been nothing but troubleâfar from trustworthy, she had been a constant source of harm. Meanwhile, his real sister, though harsh and distant, had proven to be far more reliable. Regret gnawed at him deeply.Randolph sighed, his voice heavy with disappointment. âKnowing youâre wrong doesnât change anything. Itâs too late now.âTurning back to the two mystics, Randolph asked, âIf you canât break the curse directly, could you at least help suppress his misfortune? Maybe with a protective charm or some kind of mystical object?âDespite his frustration with his grandsonâs foolishness, he couldnât just leave him to suffer.Both mystics exchanged uneasy glances. âWe donât have the ability to suppress his bad luck with charms.ââFor something like that, youâd need t