The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 52 - Your Unborn Child

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Your Unborn Child

Chapter 52 -52: Your Unborn Child

“Ah…” Delilah’s mother couldn’t help but let out a soft cry, her eyes revealing panic.

Scarlett Jennings remained calm as three Yellow Talismans swiftly flew from her hands, wrapping around the paper lantern layer by layer, finally stopping the pulled fluorescence in mid-air.

Scarlett hadn’t even had a chance to catch her breath when she saw the Yellow Talismans originally wrapping the paper lantern turn into black ash one by one.

Her brow furrowed suddenly, and another three Yellow Talismans flew out to wrap around, while her two fingers seemed to clamp the fluorescence in mid-air, quickly guiding it along the red string into Delilah’s forehead.

At the moment the fluorescence fully entered Delilah’s forehead, the red string that had been connecting to the paper lantern disappeared instantly. Meanwhile, the paper lantern wrapped in six Yellow Talismans began to shake violently.

Delilah’s mother was so frightened that she didn’t even care to see how her daughter was doing.

Seeing the soul summoning was over, Scarlett Jennings raised her hand uncaringly, striking the paper lantern with a spiritual light, and coolly commanded,

“Behave yourself!”

The paper lantern seemed like it was slapped by an invisible hand, stopping momentarily, yet it refused to settle as it shook violently, wanting to get closer to Delilah.

Without hesitation, Scarlett pulled out a bundle of red string; the red string flew out and tied up the paper lantern into a ball of yarn.

Then she slapped another Yellow Talisman onto it, finally settling it down and stuffing it back into the backpack.

Delilah’s mother was dumbfounded.

“Oh, Master, is this…”

Could it also be her daughter’s soul?

“Inside this…” Scarlett began to speak but was interrupted by a raspy groan from the bedside,

“…Mom?”

Hearing this voice, Delilah’s mother suddenly froze, no longer caring about that ball of yarn, and swiftly turned her head to look at Delilah on the bed.

In the moment she clearly met her daughter’s eyes, Delilah’s mother’s heart, which had long since numbed over the past year, trembled intensely.

Her eyes almost instantly turned red.

“Delilah?…”

Delilah’s mother’s voice choked up as she rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down, “Delilah, you’re looking at me, you can talk… Delilah, my daughter, ooh ooh ooh…”

As she spoke, Delilah’s mother held her tightly, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Delilah felt as if she had been dreaming; her face was filled with confusion and helplessness.

She didn’t understand why it seemed like she had merely slept, yet her mother looked as if she had aged ten years…

Scarlett Jennings, seeing the mother-daughter reunion, didn’t interrupt but instead exited the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

Inside the room, the intermittent sounds of Delilah’s mother’s sobs and Delilah’s raspy consoling voice could be heard for quite some time before Delilah’s mother finally opened the door.

Wiping her tears, she seemed instantly invigorated, even if she still looked worn and aged, as if there was light in her eyes.

She approached Scarlett Jennings, expressing her gratitude once more before Scarlett accompanied her back into the room.

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Inside, it was clear Delilah had also been crying recently. Her gaze towards Scarlett Jennings was complex.

She recognized her.

She was… Isolde Garrison’s sister, Scarlett Garrison.

“Did Isolde send you?”

Having not spoken for a long time, Delilah’s voice was still a little hoarse; her eyes on Scarlett Jennings showed both a measure of defensiveness and fear.

During high school, Scarlett Jennings, despite attending the same school as Isolde, was in a different class. Yet Delilah had heard Isolde mention this “sister” in private.

Back then, Scarlett was busy learning mystical techniques from her master, oblivious to school affairs, and unaware of Delilah’s existence.

At that moment, looking at her, she simply said, “I now go by Jennings, and I have nothing to do with her.”

Delilah’s mother didn’t understand, so she explained to Delilah what had happened.

Knowing it was Scarlett Jennings who saved her, Delilah was still somewhat dazed and perplexed.

She couldn’t comprehend why Isolde’s sister knew about these things.

But that didn’t prevent her from being grateful.

“I… I don’t know what happened to me…”

Delilah had no idea what occurred over that year; all she felt was like she was trapped in a long dream, where she saw many students filled with hopelessness jumping from a heavenly platform one by one.

Seeing those eyes, she herself seemed ensnared in a web of despair, unable to escape.

“Your life soul was confined, causing you to lose consciousness for over a year. Originally, I believed that the one confining your life soul was the owner of the skull in the abandoned school building, but when I performed the soul summoning for you just now, I discovered that it was actually this.”

Scarlett Jennings said, pulling the paper lantern wrapped in string from her backpack.

Seeing this bundle reminded Delilah’s mother of how violently it shook before, and she couldn’t help but shield Delilah,

“Master, what exactly is inside this?”

Scarlett’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Delilah, as she explained,

“Trapped inside here is the resentful spirit of your unborn child.”

Delilah and her mother both froze, shock evident in their eyes as they looked at the bundle.

“The child’s… resentful spirit?”

“I guess when you had a miscarriage in the abandoned school building, the child’s infant soul was bound to the heavenly platform. That place had already accumulated a lot of resentful energy due to frequent student suicides.

Coupled with the significant resentment of an unborn child, it absorbed the resentful energy, naturally becoming a powerful resentful infant.”

Scarlett did not mention that the abandoned school building had an array for gathering resentment placed upon it, the silk threads growing from the skull encapsulating the array eye formed the resentful silk.

The continuous student suicides over the years were likely influenced by the resentment in the school building, amplifying the despair and resentful energy harbored in the students’ hearts.

When they died, their original resentment became nourishment for the skull.

Curiously, the resentful infant, theoretically meant to be absorbed as nourishment, was instead preserved within the red cocoon silk of the skull—not only was it not absorbed, but it was also protected there.

Later, Delilah’s online humiliation and ridicule rapidly accumulated her resentful energy.

The infant spirit sensed its mother’s resentment, longing for her company, hence it took away one of Delilah’s souls driven by that resentment.

On one hand, for companionship, on the other, to turn Delilah into a resentful spirit like itself.

Yet Delilah remained a living person, so the infant spirit could only seek out her enemies through the resentment dwelling in her heart.

That was Isolde Garrison.

Which is why what Scarlett originally saw behind Isolde was merely a gray wraith of gathered resentment, rather than pure malevolence.

Scarlett previously tried to disperse a piece of it, only to find it would regroup after some time.

If not for the mother talisman left on Lucas Jennings being destroyed, she sensed the similar aura of Isolde and pinpointed the black energy’s origin.

She might have had to wait until the black energy on Isolde’s back solidified to disperse it, but by then…

Delilah would perhaps have become dead entirely.

This incident was a lucky misstep, allowing her to timely save one of her souls.

Scarlett recounted, her gaze drifting back to the yarn-wrapped paper lantern in her hands, her eyes growing cold.

Sensing the emotion in Scarlett’s eyes, Delilah’s heart trembled slightly, and she couldn’t help but ask, hoarsely,

“Master… what will happen with the child?”