Mrs. Southall’s eyes were burning with rage when she looked over. She glared at Arielle like the latter
was an annoying fly.
Arielle had her back to Malorie, but she could sense Malorie’s hostile glare, anyway.
The former instinctively sensed that something was off, so after saying those last prayers, she walked
to Malorie and informed, “I’ve paid my respect, Grandma, so I will return to my room now. I have class
tomorrow and I missed today’s classes. I need to study and catch up.”
Cindy turned to Malorie and stared nervously.
Arielle can’t leave. How are we going to put this show on if she leaves?
Malorie saw the anxiety in Cindy’s eyes and knew what the latter was thinking. Hence, the former said,
“It won’t take up much time to study, so wait until the seance is done.”
Malorie’s tone and words were firm, and it was obvious that it was a command instead of a discussion.
That got Arielle even more suspicious.
Something is up. She is acting out of the norm. Why would she want me to stay when she never wants
me around?
Unfortunately, Malorie had already voiced up, so Arielle couldn’t defy her with everyone watching. The
latter had no choice but to nod and reply, “Okay.” It’s just a seance, so things shouldn’t be too serious.
Even if it’s a trap, I can come up with something and deal with it on the spot.
Arielle grinned once more after coming to that conclusion. She replied, “Okay, then let me pour you a
glass of water, Grandma.”
“There’s no need for that,” replied Malorie before she waved her hand and added, “Just go kneel in
front of Shandie’s grave. It’s taboo for us to kneel because we’re older than her and are of an older
generation. You will have to do it for us.”
Cindy almost laughed aloud.
It’s always great when Malorie is around. I don’t even need an excuse to bully to Arielle. She can just
command Arielle around.
Arielle’s expression stiffened for a moment, but she regained her footing quickly. She walked directly to
the prayer mat and knelt down.
That being said, her direction was off. She wasn’t kneeling in front of Shandie’s grave. Instead, she
was paying respect to Maureen and the Moores.
Neither Malorie nor Cindy noticed that. They simply felt better upon seeing how Arielle was kneeling.
Just then, a series of footsteps echoed.
Henrick and the psychic had arrived.
“Here we are. Please go ahead,” said Henrick politely as he opened the door for the psychic.
Arielle turned around. All she saw was an elderly man in a bright-colored outfit and a long beard. The
guy looked like he was in his nineties, but he still seemed energetic and his eyes were glowing. His f1
gure was also strong. The aura he exuded was borderline holy.
Aura felt something strange. For some unknown reason, Arielle suddenly felt the need to be respectful
to the guy.
Arielle wasn’t superstitious, but she was feeling compelled. Hence, it was natural that Malorie was even
more delighted-
To someone like Malorie, the psychic in question was ranked slightly higher than ordinary psychics.
Malorie stood up right away to welcome the psychic. She said, “Hello, may I know how to address
you?”
The psychic replied humbly, “My name is Michael.”
“Ah, Michael,” greeted Malorie with a bright smile on, “Please come in.”
Michael nodded and entered.
Henrick hurried along and said, “Thank you for coming to perform a seance for my daughter. I heard
that it is inauspicious for parents and grandparents to be present when the seance is performed in the
mausoleum. Is that true?”
Michael shook his head and replied, “That is not true. Everyone can stand at the side. The seance will
be done soon.”
“Okay, sure,” replied Henrick as he nodded. He was considerate and asked, “My wife just learned that
she is pregnant. If you’re free, would you mind doing a reading for the unborn baby later?”
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