The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1120

On a previous occasion, the crow and Dalton had witnessed an elderly man fall. A passing student rushed to his aid, concerned about his well-being, and even called an ambulance.

However, when the old man's family arrived, they relentlessly accused the student of causing the fall and demanded an explanation.

Initially, the student believed that once the old man regained consciousness, the misunderstanding would be cleared up.

Little did he expect that when the old man woke up, he nodded in agreement. He adamantly claimed that he fell because he had been pushed.

The student's life was not only disrupted but also consumed by the arduous task of proving his innocence. The situation's complexity far surpassed his imagination.

They said that the heavens were blind, but perhaps the heavens had their eyes open, and it was the people who shaped their destiny.

But one day, even the heavens would be disappointed.

The crow fluttered his wings, his black feathers settling as everything returned to tranquility.

It was fortunate that Dalton had not yet regained his body. Once he did, it would be best for him to minimize contact with humans. If he repeated his past actions, who knew what chaos would ensue?

Unaware of the strange occurrences outside, Wynter simply attributed the darkening sky to an ordinary overcast day. After all, she couldn't detect any aura.

"I think he's pondering Mr. Stavius' words," Wynter said. She then turned to Logan and asked, "Aside from the Fenton family incident, have you encountered anything else strange?"

According to Kaspar, Logan should not have visited the Fenton residence at that time.

Startled by the sudden question, Logan's eyes darted around, his voice slightly shaky. "No."

Wynter raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Really?"

With such a commotion, further excuses were futile.

Logan stood there frozen, his mind replaying the scene he had witnessed in the Fenton residence.

"I did encounter some strange things," Logan confessed, his gaze downcast. "I always felt like odd things were happening in our residence."

Logan continued, slumping dejectedly into a wooden chair, "Sometimes, Grandpa would drink some concoctions to cure his illnesses.

"You guys wouldn't be afraid of Mr. Quinnell Senior, would you? After all, he's your grandfather. But I don't know why. Every time I return to the Fenton residence and see Grandpa, I get the chills."

"It's as if he's a different person," Logan added, his voice trembling. "Yet, he looks exactly the same as before."