Lynn Yee reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing the person inside. When the crowd saw who it was, they were utterly stunned. No one could have imagined that the one this beautiful child respectfully called "Master" was actually a tiny toddler, barely two years old!
Ethan Gray stepped down from the carriage, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze swept over the bodies on the ground, then landed on Charles Hua. He spoke, "Are you Charles Hua?" His tone was utterly flat—nothing like a child's question.
If an ordinary child acted this way, it would be obvious they were imitating adults, and the behavior would only seem amusing. But when Ethan Gray did it, it felt completely natural; the aura he exuded surpassed even that of grown men, leaving no room for laughter.
With just a simple gesture, a casual glance, and a brief sentence, his presence already overwhelmed everyone standing here—including Charles Hua, the wealthiest man in Sunflower Town.
Charles Hua had met many people in his life, but never someone as peculiar as this child. Could he even be called a child? Charles Hua’s gaze never left him. "That’s me!" he replied.
Though Charles Hua was somewhat arrogant, he was also perceptive—otherwise, he could never have built such a vast business. At this moment, he did not treat Ethan Gray as a joke at all; his tone had already placed Ethan on equal footing. In fact, it was involuntary—Ethan’s aura simply made it impossible to regard him as an ignorant child!
After receiving the answer, Ethan Gray spoke softly, "Find a skilled doctor to take a look. Perhaps they can live a few days longer." Though his words sounded caring, his tone remained flat, tinged with a cold indifference—as if he were not the one responsible for their miserable condition.
Charles Hua looked at the two people. Not a patch of skin on their bodies was intact, and many wounds were so severe it was impossible to tell how they had been inflicted. Their bodies were soaked in blood—some of it bright red, some eerily colored. If not for the faint rise and fall of their chests, anyone would have thought they were corpses.
Charles Hua frowned and asked, "Who are these two?" The injuries were so gruesome that their faces were unrecognizable; he could only tell they were women.
Ethan Gray glanced at him coldly but did not answer. He turned and climbed back into the carriage, his voice icy: "To the Xu Mansion!"
"Yes!" Lynn Yee answered cheerfully, hopping onto the carriage and kindly replying to Charles Hua, "It's Wendy Hua and Joyce Du—you should know them!"
"What?" Charles Hua staggered back two steps before he could steady himself. Wendy Hua was, after all, his beloved daughter—he was not without feelings for her. The sudden news was so shocking that he struggled to react.
"What happened here?"
Raymond Lei finally swaggered out, having heard from the guards what had happened. He merely frowned, then walked out the door, showing no sign of sadness and no intention of caring about Wendy Hua’s fate. Instead, he was busy speculating about Ethan Gray’s identity.
He had never felt the slightest affection for Wendy Hua; marrying her was just a matter of convenience. The reason he treated her so cruelly was not out of deep hatred, but simply because her mouth was too sharp—no one likes being insulted all day, and for someone as ruthless as Raymond Lei, even less so. In truth, Wendy Hua brought her fate upon herself.
Even after Wendy Hua learned to behave, Raymond Lei still refused to let her off easily, which was why she ended up so miserable.
Charles Hua snapped out of it and hurriedly sent for a doctor. But the matchmaking tournament at the Xu Mansion was underway, and all the renowned doctors were there. After much difficulty, he managed to find a skilled physician, who, after examining them, simply said, "Prepare for the funeral." This doctor had some ties to the Hua Mansion and had left the tournament to help, but there was truly nothing he could do—the abuser clearly never intended for them to survive.
In an instant, Charles Hua seemed to age dramatically. He sent someone to notify Quentin Hua, since Wendy was his sister, after all. As for Joyce Du, he would have her sent back to the Du Mansion.
Wendy Hua’s fate was truly tragic. Aside from the little grief Charles Hua showed, no one else cared about her death—not even Autumn Du.
King Yama thought for a moment, then personally took Susie Yun’s soul back. His precious granddaughter couldn’t witness these people being punished, so he would watch over them for her.
A tiger doesn't show its claws—do they really think he's a sick cat? To bully his precious granddaughter so brazenly right under his nose... If not for her future happiness, he would have dealt with these troublemakers long ago!
Unfortunately, only by experiencing all this can she truly grow—and these are trials she must face.
Lillian Shang tried countless times and refused to give up. Although her cultivation was not as advanced as Fiona Yun's, she was still the most gifted in the Shangguan family in recent generations. In fact, Susie Yun's talent was even greater, surpassing Lillian herself.
For someone like Lillian Shang, summoning a soul should have been easy. Yet, for some reason, she simply could not call forth Susie Yun's spirit.
Only souls from the Eighteen Hells cannot be summoned, or those that have been utterly destroyed—neither outcome was acceptable to her. So she kept trying, kept failing, and still refused to give up.
"Mother, please rest for a while," Timothy Yun urged, unable to bear the sight of Lillian Shang's exhausted face.
But Lillian Shang was stubborn by nature. Even Yun Yi couldn’t persuade her, so why would she listen to Timothy Yun?
Inside the soul-summoning array, Lillian Shang had spent so much spiritual energy that her face turned pale, sweat beading at her temples, and frustration flickering in her eyes.
After several deep breaths, she closed her eyes again and formed a seal with her hands. She refused to believe she couldn’t bring Susie back!
Timothy Yun sighed. He knew how stubborn Lillian Shang was. It was her stubbornness, her insistence on transferring Susie's abilities to Fiona Yun, that had led to this situation.
In the end, it was all her fault—Susie’s hatred, Fiona’s coldness—she had created it all, and in the process, lost two sisters. He still remembered how, as children, Fiona loved to laugh, and Susie always followed her. Back then, there was no hatred, no resentment.