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Mrs. Forrester’s piercing gaze fixed on me.
I smiled faintly.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Forrester. I’m different from those ordinary women. Your ancestors may not have liked them, but they’ll certainly approve of me!”
I stared back at her with proud confidence.
She studied me for a long time before finally nodding in agreement.
“Go prepare yourself. Only by surviving tonight can you prove you’re different from the others!”
She dismissed me with a wave.
I smiled, knowing all truths would be revealed tonight!
When I returned home, my parents were already waiting.
“What madness is this? Who gave you permission to agree to marry Callum Forrester?!” My father’s face was flushed with anger.
My mother anxiously wiped away tears, her eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at me.
But as I faced my father, I felt nothing.
“Since when have you cared who I marry?” I asked, staring into his eyes.
“What nonsense! Why wouldn’t I care? Don’t you know about the Forrester rumors? Going there is practically suicide! Are you trying to put me and your mother in an early grave?”
My father desperately tried to make me see reason.
But I only coldly asked: “If you truly cared, you wouldn’t have let Victoria die in vain back then.”
My father’s entire body trembled, his lips quivering.
“Melody, don’t speak to your father like that. Your father…” my mother began.
“Shut up!” he snapped harshly when my mother tried to defend him.
Then he glared at me intensely.
“Fine, since you’ve made your decision, I won’t interfere anymore.”
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“From this day forward, you are no longer my daughter!”
My father drove me from the house despite my mother’s desperate pleas, but he remained unmoved.
After leaving, I bowed deeply toward my parents‘ home.
“Dad, Mom, your daughter has been unfilial.”
“If I can uncover the truth, I promise I’ll return to care for you properly!”
I whispered before turning toward the end of the alley.
Callum’s wedding procession was even more extravagant than eight years ago–a line of Rolls–Royces that anyone would envy.
“Well, that’s it for the Vincent family line!”
“All those years of fancy education, and that Princeton doctorate isn’t worth squat, is it?”
The neighbors lining the alley had all come out to mock me with their cruel taunts.
Yet I boarded the car without hesitation.
The procession moved slowly, taking half an hour to reach the vicinity of the Forrester family chapel.
But when we were still about five hundred yards from the chapel, the driver refused to go any further.
“Miss Vincent, may God be with you. We wouldn’t go near that place even if you killed us,” the driver said, turning
to me.
I nodded slightly, then got out and looked ahead.
Perhaps it was the poor weather, or perhaps the area truly was heavy with malevolent energy, but the summer night suddenly felt bone–chillingly cold.
The dark alley ahead resembled a path to hell, yet I walked forward with determined steps.
A few minutes later, I stood before the Forrester family chapel.
The door creaked open, and Mrs. Forrester stood in the entrance beckoning to me.
Perhaps it was her overly pale makeup, but I couldn’t shake the impression she resembled a paper effigy.
Mrs. Forrester thrust a prayer book into my hands.
“Go. Recite the prayers,” she instructed coldly.
“Read them through once, then again. I advise you not to fall asleep–otherwise… well, who knows what might
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happen.”
Her eyes held a strange mixture of contempt and pity as she looked at me.
Beside her, Callum emerged from the chapel with several others.
He glanced at me dismissively.
“Your sister was much prettier than you, but it doesn’t matter now. I’d marry a pig if it survived the night!”
Callum’s face was filled with arrogance.
I silently clenched my fists.
I remained convinced that Callum had done something to my sister!
Now my enemy stood before me, yet I could do nothing–the frustration was unbearable.
“May I enter now?” I asked, looking at Mrs. Forrester.
She didn’t speak, merely gesturing for someone to open the inner doors of the chapel.
I walked step by step toward the unknown abyss, my heart growing heavier with each step.
The door slowly closed behind me.
As the last sliver of light disappeared, I found myself in complete darkness.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, candles on the walls ignited, their flickering light making everything around me seem eerily distorted.
My heart raced involuntarily, especially when I first glimpsed the portraits of Forrester ancestors on the walls–my fear reached its peak.
Ahead, memorial tablets were arranged neatly, with a prayer mat placed on the floor.
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage to approach, kneeling on the mat.
Then I opened the prayer book, trying to calm myself.
But just as I prepared to begin reciting, something suddenly occurred to me.
‘Let me out! Let me out right now!”
‘I know what’s happening!”
‘I know why all those brides died mysteriously!”
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