The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1122

Onlookers often remarked on how Clyde doted on Logan.

On the surface, it seemed true that he'd been pampered by Clyde all along. Clyde never demanded he be like Chad. Logan could do as he pleased, and his academic performance didn't matter.

Yet, this was actually another form of neglect. To Clyde, Logan was dispensable. That was why Logan took to bar-hopping and street racing. He liked everything thrilling.

Since Chad was so excellent, he could take charge of the family.

Logan felt that perhaps Clyde might feel more at ease when he acted like a flamboyant scion.

He could sometimes still feel warmth from Clyde, but recently, that had disappeared entirely.

Plus, after what he'd witnessed this time, some memories surfaced from deep within and replayed incessantly in his mind.

He couldn't even distinguish if they were real memories.

Nightly, Logan started having a recurring dream.

The dream's content was somewhat chaotic. Sometimes, he was at school, and other times, he seemed to be at home. Everything was white, like someone had passed away.

Yet, he was laughing, perhaps because he was young, while Clyde and Jadiel were crying.

Many came to the funeral, but no one cared about him. Chad wasn't even there.

Logan was running after butterflies on the lawn when someone called him suddenly.

He vividly remembered that Diego had turned to ashes, lying in a cremation urn. Why would Diego call out to him, looking so worn out?

Logan thought Clyde was dying, so he approached cautiously.

When he saw the herbal remedy beside Clyde, he gasped.

"That wasn't herbal remedy. It was blood. I don't know whose blood it is, but I smelled blood. Though, I can't tell if it was a dream or reality."

Logan's voice dropped. "Last month, I sneaked back to the hillside villa. I saw that bowl of herbal remedy again and heard strange noises. I ran away in fear, dropping the copper coin as I fled."

He lowered his gaze. "I'm sure Grandpa didn't notice me. The copper coin shielded me from something.

"Wynter, is something wrong with my grandpa? Is he possessed, like I was? If that's true, can you help him?"

Suddenly, it clicked for Logan. "Grandpa's not himself. He must be possessed. That's why he stopped calling me his dear."