Chapter 197


    Yancy’s expression and tone were a bizarre mix of a fifty-year-old woman and a nine-year-old girl.


    Despite her mature demeanor, her voice betrayed the innocence of a child.


    The abrupt end to the call left Yancy reaching out, her pale hands grasping for the phone. “Diego, my


    son…” Her pleas echoed in the room.


    Yancy’s struggles proved futile as she was held tightly by her grandmother. Though Melinda wasn’t the


    strongest, she possessed more strength than the young girl.


    With the call abruptly severed, there was no need to fret about Yancy’s screams.


    The room fell into stunned silence, with everyone, especially Oliver and his mother, Calista, taken


    aback by Yancy’s perplexing condition.


    Oliver had encountered his fair share of peculiar urrences, but Yancy’s situation still caught him off


    guard.


    While Frederick and Lillian had grown ustomed to Yancy’s bouts of “spouting nonsense,” they had


    never actually dialed the number of her supposed “son” before.


    Yancy was their flesh-and-blood daughter; there was no way she could be someone named “Gianna,”


    as she imed.


    The couple had disregarded Yancy’s ramblings, attributing them to her mind. being affected by a


    severe fever.


    Calista’s insistence on calling Yancy’s supposed son left them bewildered and anxious. Frederick even


    entertained the thought that his daughter might be. “possessed by a ghost”!


    Yancy’s struggles in Melinda’s embrace reached a hysterical peak as she dered. her intent to call


    the police, find her son, and return to her hometown…


    Calista was visibly flustered, her earlier suspicion that her brother was concocting an excuse to ask for


    money now cast aside.


    “This… This needs to be treated, Frederick. Whatever amount you need, I’ll provide it. We have to get


    Yancy to a major hospital for treatment…” Calista. stammered.


    Frederick wore a pained expression as he shook his head. “Calista, it’s not about where to go for


    treatment. We’ve been to several big hospitals, but they couldn’t do anything unless we take her to a


    psychiatric hospital. Unfortunately, Lillian finds it emotionally unbearable and strongly opposes the


    idea…”


    Melinda held Yancy tightly and then looked up at Frederick. “Frederick, I know a priest with strong


    magical powers. He once helped a neighbor in our area fend off evil forces. Yancy… Should we invite


    that priest to take a look at her condition?”


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    Frederick and Lillian had never encountered such a situation and didn’t know how to handle it.


    However, Calista swiftly chimed in, “Absolutely. I can sense that something’s off with Yancy. Hurry up,


    make that call. Don’t worry about the money; I’ve got it covered. Find someone to help, and do it fast…”


    Yancy’s situation was undeniably strange. It might be some kind of sneaky possession by an evil spirit.


    Oliver didn’t object to Melinda’s suggestion. Seeing her daughter in distress, Lillian quickly filled half a


    cup with hot water and forcibly administered a tranquilizer to Yancy.


    Yancy’s spirit was, in fact, very feeble, and she fell into a deep sleep shortly after taking the tranquilizer.


    As the room gradually quieted down, everyone was left catching their breath.


    Oliver remained silent, contemting the situation. “This isn’t a mere ploy for money; Yancy is


    genuinely in trouble,” he thought.


    After Yancy fell asleep, Melinda immediately called her neighbor. Unfortunately, to her disappointment,


    the priest was reported to be traveling and unreachable by phone. There was no certainty about when


    he would return.


    Oliver contemted, “Yancy’s situation is mysterious. We need to, at the very least, uncover the


    underlying cause for her condition.”


    Seeing that Yancy was asleep, he silently approached and gently took her wrist, activating the Book of


    Immortality to examine her.


    Book of Immortality’s aura circted within Yancy’s body, oddly revealing nothing abnormal.


    Failing to identify the issue left Oliver somewhat troubled; how would he tackle this situation if the


    cause remained elusive?


    After thinking for a while, he pondered, “If it’s a lie, as the saying goes, it takes ten lies toplete a


    lie. A lie is always a lie, destined to be exposed.”


    Considering Yancy’s im to be Gianna, a native of Saspiuburg with two sons, Oliver had a thought.


    “What if I invite her two sons over? If it’s a conspiracy or falsehood, they might reveal, something,


    potentially leading us to the truth!”


    Oliver suggested as much to Frederick and Lillian, “Yancy’s current situation has left us all perplexed.


    To find a cure, we must first identify the cause. Since she mentioned having two sons in southern


    Saspiuburg, I think inviting them might reveal something if it’s a plot or a lie, potentially helping us


    uncover the truth!”


    Frederick was initially inclined to decline, but after some thought, he asked Oliver, “They… Surely, it


    costs money for them toe here, right?”


    He wanted to convey his reluctance for them to visit. “Isn’t it absurd? They are Yancy’s ‘sons. What if


    the neighbors see this? Won’t they make fun of us?” he pondered.


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    Oliver maintained a determined gaze, stating confidently, “Consider all the expenses on me.”


    Frederick, feeling reassured by Oliver’smitment, nodded approvingly. Naturally, he regarded Oliver


    as the backbone of the family.


    With Frederick’s agreement, Oliver pulled out his phone and dialed the number Calista had called just


    now. He cautioned everyone, “Stay quiet; I’ll gauge the situation.”


    When the call went through, no one in the room dared to make a sound.


    After a while, the other end epted the call, and Oliver put it on speaker.


    The man’s voice from before came through. “Hello, who is it?”


    Oliver enunciated clearly, “Greetings. My name is Oliver Eastwood. Please refrain from making hasty


    assumptions or terminating the call. Allow me to rify—I am not a scammer. I have no intention of


    soliciting money or goods from you. I simply wish to discuss a matter with you. Are you Diego Walcott?


    Do you have a younger brother? Is your mother’s name Gianna?”


    The man stayed silent for a moment before responding, “Yes, I am Diego Walcott. I do have a younger


    brother, and my mother’s name is Gianna. What is this about? By the way, that call from the young girl


    earlier, was it initiated by someone from your end? Don’t deny it. The phone numbers disyed on my


    phone and yours share the same location!”


    Oliver promptly admitted, “Indeed, we are affiliated. I won’t dispute it. Here’s the situation-I have a


    young cousin named Yancy, approaching nine years old in two months. Last month, she got caught in


    the rain after school, suffered a high fever, and underwent a transformation after it subsided. She no


    longer recalls her identity or recognizes any family members. She identifies herself as Gianna, residing


    in Saspiuburg, with two sons. The elder son is Diego Walcott. Your phone number is the one she


    mentioned…”


    Upon hearing Oliver’s ount, the man fell silent for a moment, before responding, “If you intend to


    scam me for money, it’s a futile endeavor. Ick the funds for such schemes. My mother has been


    confined to a hospital bed for a year and sumbed to a vegetative state after a car ident. What’s


    your game here? I strongly urge you to cut the calls; otherwise, I won’t hesitate to involve the


    authorities!”