Chapter 27: Emma: Can You Guess Whose Secret This Is?

What are you doing?

A sudden voice came from behind.

Estelle jolted and turned to face the newcomer.

There stood a little girl with two golden braids, Yulinka, squinting as she sized her up. “Are you spying?”

“That’s my father. Is there a problem with looking at my own father and his new wife?” Estelle replied.

Yulinka froze. She hadn’t expected this girl to be David’s daughter. If that was true, she ought to be friendlier.

She smiled. “I’m Yulinka, a student here. Would you like to tour the school with me?”

Estelle smiled back. “Sure, Yulinka. I’m Estelle.”

The two walked together toward the school’s other facilities.

In the dormitory building, some female students watched this scene, their eyes filled with fear—they weren’t afraid of Estelle…

…

At this moment.

Emma was undergoing correction in Louis’s room.

I have to say, Emma was truly stubborn—or perhaps she had antisocial tendencies—making her difficult to correct. After so long, she still refused to submit, at most softening slightly.

“Ah!”

Emma screamed suddenly, opened her eyes, and lunged at Louis in fury.

Louis sidestepped casually and extended his foot.

Thud!

“Heh. That’s it?”

“Go back to your punishment.”

As Louis’s hand drew closer, Emma, as if inheriting Sichuan’s legendary trick, instantly switched her furious expression to one of terror—her tear-filled eyes shimmered with fear.

In a flash.

“No! I know how to deal with Estelle!!”

She was gambling—betting whether her guess was right.

Louis restrained himself. What about Estelle, who acted without restraint? Besides, finding Estelle’s weakness was something Louis himself had suggested, so…

A few seconds later.

Emma’s eyelashes trembled. She cautiously opened her eyes to find Louis had already withdrawn his hand, watching her coldly.

She exhaled deeply—she’d guessed right.

Instantly, her eyes welled with tears as she gazed at Louis pitifully.

After so long together, especially since Louis and she shared subtle similarities, she’d begun to understand his patterns: hardline tactics got nothing, but softness might work, depending on his mood.

So, before this man, it was best not to be too rigid, stubborn, or threatening—otherwise, retaliation was almost certain.

“Stop pretending to be pitiful. Speak.” Louis looked at Emma with icy detachment, but didn’t move again.

Her pitiful look was indeed cute, but he wasn’t a lolicon—it had no effect on him. As for Emma guessing he wanted to deal with Estelle, that was normal. He hadn’t hidden it much; it’d be strange if she hadn’t figured it out.

Emma wiped her tears and shed her frail demeanor. “In Estelle’s Bible…”

“Yesterday, I found the Sarn Institution in the hotel—it’s a psychiatric hospital in the small country of Aishania. If I tell her about this, I can easily lure her out.”

“Then, Louis, you…”

Louis’s brow twitched.

He knew what Emma was referring to, but he didn’t recall what institution it was—who remembers such details from a movie?

So he’d never used it to threaten Estelle.

Now, it seemed the time had come.

“Good. You did well.”

Louis smiled gently and reached out to help Emma up. As he felt her trembling body, he deliberately patted her shoulder.

His smile widened.

“Now, let’s discuss the details.”

Looking at Louis, Emma bowed her head deeply.

She felt this “accomplice” who’d escaped the manor with her—though seemingly similar—was fundamentally different. He was like a… cold adult!

…

In the corridor, after parting with Estelle, Yulinka’s mood was excellent—especially when she saw David walk out of his room looking refreshed, and his mother’s cheeks flushed.

Clearly, her mother had succeeded. Now, as long as David didn’t become a heartless bastard, she wouldn’t have to send him to the bottom of the lake…

“Mom… and Dad?”

Yulinka stepped closer, boldly testing the waters, her eyes holding a trace of scrutiny—malice hidden beneath.

David paused, then nodded after a moment.

He wasn’t irresponsible. Clubs or bars were known places to satisfy physical needs, but a proper romantic prospect like this? He couldn’t just use and abandon.

Besides, during the past hour, he’d come to know Jeanne. She suited him well—widowed for years, unbothered by moving, gentle in nature. And above all, she was beautiful, with a touch of purity.

Though the financial burden at home might increase…

Four children… damn.

Hearing this, Yulinka’s smile brightened further, the malice in her eyes fading. She rushed into David’s arms without hesitation. “Dad!”

David embraced her.

At this moment, the new family seemed nearly whole.

…

At dusk.

Estelle walked down the corridor. She’d just visited the abandoned classroom—it was exactly as described, perfect.

With a little arrangement, it would suit perfectly for murder and disposal.

As she walked, Estelle’s gaze grew darker.

Yulinka!

She and her whore mother actually wanted to join this family? No! Impossible!

That position belongs to me!

Only I can sleep with David, become the mother, the mistress, the lover, the true woman…

Yulinka… Yulinka… Jeanne…

They must be dealt with quickly. David’s taken an interest. Damn it—if not for this cursed illness, I could have done it too!

She hurried toward Yulinka’s dormitory.

Soon.

She stopped before a dorm room.

Took a deep breath.

Her lips curled slightly, her eyes widened just a touch. Her youthful face radiated innocence; her back straight, hands demurely clasped behind her, she knocked.

Click.

Yulinka opened the door.

Their eyes met. Yulinka stepped out.

She gladly accepted Estelle’s invitation to play—after all, Estelle would soon be family.

But first, she needed to borrow something from her classmates—spray paint, flashlights, things they used to play with in the abandoned classroom.

Watching Yulinka’s lively, skipping figure, Estelle stood smiling, waiting. Her eyes flicked to the dorm room—inside was another big bitch. No rush. Once I deal with this small one, I’ll handle you.

But.

Tap. Tap. Tap…

Footsteps kept approaching.

Estelle turned.

Emma appeared around the stairwell. The moment she saw Estelle, she beamed—a dazzling, wide smile.

Their eyes met. Estelle suddenly felt a dread.

Emma… why would she come to her voluntarily? She wanted to kill Estelle!

Something’s wrong.

Emma didn’t care about Estelle’s thoughts. She walked over calmly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: “Dear sister, you’ve been exposed.”

“How was the Sarn Institution’s medicine? Sweet?”

(End of Chapter)