Chapter 20: Request for Help: Aunt Angela

Sometimes, Louis also thought he was a bit perverted, actually enjoying watching women fight—but he had to admit, it was genuinely entertaining!

Shame they didn’t actually fight.

Truly disappointing.

Still, these two equally vile individuals immediately clashed the moment they met—classic case of like repelling like.

What would they do next?

Poison? Or just go straight for murder?

There was no way they’d resort to something as petty as framing each other anymore—they’d already torn the mask off, so they wouldn’t be so “gentle.”

So what should he do?

Just as Louis was thinking this, someone knocked on his door—and in walked Emma, her face now clean of blood, wearing once again her signature perfect smile.

But the moment she stepped inside, that smile vanished instantly, as if she was too lazy to pretend in front of Louis.

It was natural—after all, Louis was the first person to see her true face, and the only one who’d made her cry in terror!

Continuing to pretend in front of him was pointless.

“What are you here for? Want another correction?”

Louis smiled.

!!!

Emma’s entire body trembled instantly; her open mouth snapped shut.

The previous corrections had been her nightmare!

Louis had used his strange ability to make her suffer endless nightmares, each filled with elaborate plots—all ending, without exception, in her death.

Each death was different, but the torment was always the same—and he even called it “helping her appreciate the value of life.”

As for the results…

Just now, the pigeon said it had something to say.

Emma took a deep breath. “Louis, when we escaped together, weren’t we kind of friends back then?”

“No, no, no.”

“Now we’re friends.”

Louis replied, watching Emma, curious what she was getting at.

“Alright, then… can you help me?”

“Help you with what?”

“Help me deal with Estelle!”

Emma’s voice turned sharp with rage.

“I don’t believe you can’t see it—she’s just like me. If you say you’re here to correct me, then why not correct her?”

Louis looked at Emma with a strange expression.

He hadn’t expected her to come asking for help—it shattered his entire impression of her.

But dealing with Estelle?

That suited him just fine.

Perfect—you go charge ahead and test her out.

Louis’s eyes flickered.

“You’re David’s daughter, so I’ll correct you. Estelle? She doesn’t deserve it.”

She only deserves to die.

Hearing this, Emma felt like she was about to explode—her chest tightened with fury. What the hell did that mean? Were you bullying me?

Damn it!

If I could beat you, I’d…

But then Louis added, “Let me remind you—Estelle isn’t normal. So what exactly is wrong with her? Have you ever thought about it carefully?”

“Where did your brain go when you were dealing with me?”

“And be careful, now~”

Louis spoke with deep implication.

Emma froze, her mind instantly flashing back to that day.

Estelle had screamed suddenly when she touched the black ribbon on her wrist after being bullied by that classmate.

Yes! The black ribbon! And the black leather Bible she always carried!

She was strange in this regard!

Perhaps, like Louis’s family, this was also her secret?

Emma felt a surge of excitement—her instinct told her she was on the right track. If she could uncover this, she could defeat Estelle!

As for direct confrontation—poisoning, accidents, ambushes—she’d considered them too. But then she remembered Estelle smiling as she twisted the pigeon’s neck, and knew those crude methods wouldn’t work.

Now that she’d gotten a more thorough, permanent solution from Louis, she’d keep those risky, obvious tactics as backups.

At that moment, her mind shifted, and she smiled at Louis. “Thank you. By the way, Louis—she’s been looking for you these days.”

Louis glanced at her. “Oh.”

Emma said no more, smiled, and walked out of the room.

She began planning a permanent solution.

Watching her leave, Louis rubbed his chin and resumed practicing the Blade-Exhalation Technique. He’d barely reached the beginner stage—he could now hide a dozen needles in his mouth and swallow a small knife into his throat without showing any sign.

But he was far from mastery. Once mastered, he wouldn’t just store one knife—he’d be able to launch blades with lethal precision.

Still, Louis had no intention of pushing further for now. Once he was fully proficient, he’d buy a chicken head and learn the Chicken Head Exorcism Method, then unlock the next page of his inheritance.

Then he could practice Blade-Exhalation alongside other techniques—time was still plentiful.

…

Time passed slowly.

Another half-month went by.

During this period, everything remained quiet—the previous accidents had ceased, and David had finally enjoyed some peace.

On this day,

a blonde woman arrived at David’s house.

“Hello, dear Emma.”

She greeted Emma first, then turned to Estelle and Louis with a warm smile. “You must be Estelle and Louis—so adorable.”

Louis offered a polite smile; Estelle, however, grew wary, studying the woman for two extra seconds before asking, “Madam, who are you?”

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself—I’m Angela, Emma’s aunt. You’ll be my nieces and nephew now. Here, these are your gifts.”

Angela pulled out the presents from beside her.

A toy gun that looked real enough to fool anyone, a high-quality white scarf, and a hairpin adorned with tiny diamonds.

The next instant, both hands grabbed for the hairpin—Emma and Estelle locked eyes.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Angela stood stunned. Hadn’t her brother said both children were well-behaved?

Stunned, Angela didn’t understand—hadn’t her brother said both children were well-behaved?

At that moment, Louis took the toy gun and thanked her, then invited her upstairs to find David.

By the time David came downstairs, having just finished his design sketches, Emma had already wrapped the scarf around her neck—and the hairpin was firmly pinned in Estelle’s hair.

David clapped his hands. “You’re almost on break. As a new family, we should take a fun family trip—to the lake, the forest, a picnic, see more scenery and make new friends.”

David clapped his hands, “You’re all about to go on break—I think as a new family, we should take a fun family trip, to the lake, to the forest, for a picnic, to see more scenery and make more friends.”

“Of course, the exact location isn’t finalized yet—but we’ll pick somewhere wonderful. Angela will be joining us too.”

Or rather, the suggestion had originally come from Angela upstairs.

Facing this proposal,

Louis was the first to agree.

After a brief hesitation, Emma and Estelle also nodded in agreement.

Emma and Estelle beside him also chose to agree after a brief hesitation.

(End of Chapter)