True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 53 

Winnie gazed at Catherine with deep and clear eyes, but her voice was devoid of any warmth, *Souls burdened with resentment and intent on evil can only be vanquished.” 

At her words, Catherine seemed to jolt her body as if struck by lightning, and Georgina quickly enveloped her in a comforting embrace. 

“Catherine, that child wasn’t meant for you, and it nearly cost you your life. I know it sounds harsh, but to me, you’re the one that matters most.” Georgina said, her voice thick with a mother’s understanding. 

But for Georgina, a child she never met couldn’t compare to the one she had raised with such 

care. 

Catherine, feeling Georgina’s trembling arms around her, closed her eyes. 

Truth be told, Catherine’s attachment to the child wasn’t profound. From the start, the child had been a mistake. Even without the incident at the school, she might have sought a way to end the pregnancy. Perhaps the child’s resentment stemmed from that very rejection. 

It resented her so deeply, yet clung to her with such desperation that it would do anything to stay by her side. 

During her moments of chaos, Catherine had indeed felt a small presence clinging tightly to her. She couldn’t exactly describe the sensation, but the thought of the entity being destroyed was still unbearable… 

“Master Winnie, isn’t,there another way?” she asked with a plea in her eyes that belied her youthful age, her vibrant sparkle dimmed by circumstances. 

Winnie pursed her lips, pondering. She wasn’t adept at exorcising spirits, especially one as complex as this, entangled with its resentment, the lingering bitterness of past suicides, and the malevolent energy of the skull.. 

Winnie wasn’t sure she could cleanse it. 

After a moment of contemplation, Winnie turned on her heel and stepped outside, pulling out her cellphone to dial a number. 

“Hey, it’s me… I’ve got a Ghost Baby and I need a favor to cleanse it. It’s a tricky one… How much? That’s steep! Come on, cut me some slack! Fine, I’ll send it over this afternoon.” 

Winnie hung up and returned to the room to face the hopeful eyes of Catherine and Georgina. 

“I’ve reached out to someone who might be able to cleanse the child’s spirit. If the resentment can be cleared, perhaps it can move on to the next life.” 

Hearing this, both Georgina and Catherine lit up their eyes, followed by a flood of gratitude. Georgina inquired about the payment needed. Though unfamiliar with these matters, she 

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understood that such skilled practitioners didn’t come cheap. 

Winnie looked at Georgina whose frame hinted at malnourishment with her cramped living quarters, saying. 

“My usual fee is three hundred dollars, plus the eighty for the cleanse. Just give me three. hundred and eighty.” 

Surprised but relieved, Georgina quickly transferred the money. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After receiving the payment and leaving a protective talisman for Catherine, Winnie left the residential building. 

She found a secluded spot and waited until a young man in black, wearing a black cap and mask, approached her with a smile in his eyes. 

“Hello, Ghostly Express. What’s the package for delivery?” 

Winnie pulled out a candle from her backpack, the infant spirit thrashing violently, yearning to return to its mother. 

The courier, unfazed by the commotion, retrieved a box from his bag, one of the twelve magical artifacts auctioned by Hector, each capable of temporarily sealing evil spirits. 

Winnie placed the candle inside the box and paid the courier. Then the courier swiftly departed. She texted the number with the expected delivery time and transferred 800 thousand dollars. The 600 thousand dollars she’d just received from Springer was gone, and she was out an extra 200 thousand, which stung a bit. But she quickly shook it off. 

No worries. She could recoup the loss on the next job. 

Even though it was purely accidental, she had indeed solved Kathryn’s problem. Now, it was the perfect time for her to cash in on this favor. 

In the hospital, Kathryn lay in her bed, visibly thinner after just two days. Her eyes were sunken, her skin sallow, and her spirit deflated. 

Since the near–fatal encounter two nights ago, she had barely slept, fighting exhaustion and suspicion with every fiber of her being. 

Suzan, her head bandaged from a mysterious fall, was filled with concern for Kathryn. She had rushed to the hospital after her incident, determined to stay with Kathryn. 

“Kathryn, you’ve had nearly twenty cups of coffee in two days. You can’t keep this up,” Suzan chided gently. 

Kathryn ignored her, draining her mug before turning to Suzan with desperate eyes. 

Dad found that exorcist who can save me? If not, let’s ask Winnie. Isn’t she 

supposed to be able to help?” 

“Don’t worry, Kathryn. Your father is on it. We don’t need to beg Winnie for anything. Trust us. we’ll save you…” 

Kathryn snapped her patience and hurled her cup to the floor in a fit of rage. 

The sound of shattering china filled the room along with Kathryn’s agitated voice. 

“How are you going to save me?! I was almost dead! Catherine’s ghost came for me. You have no idea how terrifying she is! Why won’t you take me to Winnie?! I need to find Winnie! Even if she can’t handle that nasty ghost, she could at least distract it, right? 

Maybe when the ghost saw Winnie, it wouldn’t want to bother Kathryn anymore. It might just decide to haunt Winnie instead. 

Hadn’t it always been like that with her? Whenever Winnie was around, any lingering illness Kathryn had seemed to miraculously shift to Winnie. Kathryn got better while Winnie ended up sick, taking on the pain…. 

The more Kathryn thought about the terror of that night with Catherine, the less she could bear to wait. In a fit of desperation, she reached to yank at her IV line again.” 

“I need to see Winnie, take me to her now!” She shouted, “She took my bracelet and owes me that much…” 

Suzan rushed over to calm Kathryn down, but amidst the chaos, the door to the hospital room suddenly swung open. 

There stood Winnie in the doorway, her almond–shaped eyes slightly lifted in a smirk that was neither quite a smile nor a frown. 

“I hear you’ve been looking for me?” 

Here she was.