Chapter 127 Cursed Object
“I don’t want to be disturbed while administering the treatment, so please leave the room,” Emrys said.
“Also, no one is to eavesdrop at the door. Otherwise, you’ll be held responsible if anything were to go
awry.”
“Tsk. How pretentious!” Sebastian scoffed.
However, despite his outward display of contempt, he still relented and left the room with Jacqueline
and Hannah.
After ensuring everyone had gone downstairs, Emrys promptly closed the door and walked to the bed.
The next second, a beam of green light shot out from between his brows and scanned the room before
landing on Roger.
Thanks to the power of True Sight, Emrys could tell that the demonic energy hovering around the man
had grown even more potent, and it’d undoubtedly kill him within hours.
“Well, I guess it’s your luck to have met me!” Emrys quipped.
With that, he pulled out a piece of talisman paper he had bought after receiving Jacqueline’s call and
stuck it between Roger’s brows.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he moved his fingers, a sigil appeared out of thin air and fused into the paper.
Immediately after, however, the talisman paper vanished, leaving behind an unbearable stench.
Unfazed, Emrys kept his focus on Roger and began administering acupuncture on the latter’s head.
Fifteen minutes later, Roger slowly opened his eyes.
“Dr. Lund…”
“Hush now, and let me finish speaking,” Emrys interrupted. “What you’re suffering from isn’t a sickness
but demonic energy. Someone has intentionally harmed you with a cursed object, and they’ve hidden it
inside your pillow.”
Upon hearing that, Roger turned pale with shock. He hastily sat up and tore open his pillow, only to find
a piece of blood–red emerald tucked away in it.
Since the gem was only the size of a palm and nestled in large clumps of cotton, there was no way
anyone could’ve felt it.
The more Roger stared at the blood emerald, the darker his gaze became. “No wonder you told me to
be wary of those around me, Dr. Lund. One of them is really out to kill me… Who can it be, though?”
The only people with access to my pillow are the housekeeper and my loved ones…
Emrys chuckled. “It wouldn’t be hard to find out who the culprit is. All I need is for you to put on an act
with me, Mr. Balford.”
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“I’ll do as you say, Dr. Lund,” Roger replied gratefully.
Soon. Emrys opened the door, and the trio downstairs wasted no time running back into the room when
they heard the noise.
Alas, when they saw Roger still lying motionless on the bed, they instantly went cold with fury.
“Didn’t you say you could treat my father’s condition? Why hasn’t he come to, then? You’re just a dirty
liar!” Sebastian thundered as he marched up to Emrys to teach the man a lesson.
The latter, however, was unfazed. “I’ve already cured your father. Give it thirty minutes more, and he’ll
regain consciousness.”
“Thirty minutes?” Sebastian sputtered.
Hannah, on the other hand, sneered at the doctor. “Are you sure you aren’t stalling for time so you can
escape?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHa! We’ve already agreed that if he can’t cure Roger, he’d have to chop off his hands and feet. Given
how things have turned out, I’m sure he’s only waiting for the opportunity to hightail it out of here.
“Yes. That must be it! At first, I thought chopping off your limbs would be pretty cruel, but I no longer
have any qualms about that! You’re nothing but a fraud and a lousy scoundrel! I’ll bring a knife over this
instance!” Sebastian fumed.
Just as he was about to rush to the kitchen, Jacqueline stopped him. “Since we’ve already come to
this, let’s wait another thirty minutes,” she said, though she couldn’t help but fix a cold stare on Emrys.
D*mn it. I must admit it’s starting to look like this man’s a fraud…
Needless to say, Hannah refused to accept the suggestion. “Why should we wait any longer when the
situation’s cut and dried? Go on and grab a knife from the kitchen, Sebastian. I’ll stay here and watch
the liar. I want him to know the consequences of messing with the Balford family!”
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