Chapter 2
The car glided through the grand black gates, passed a fancy fountain, and stopped in front of the brightly lit Wilson residence in Jeristsurg.
“Get the car washed and sanitized, now,” Yetta said to the driver,unding worn out. She got out of the car and walked fast towards the house.
As she walked in, she bumped into her husband, Bradley, who was coming down the stairs. “I brought her back,” she told
him.
Bradley, just home from work and now in casual clothes, still carried an air of authority. “How did it go?” he asked, his eyes catching Lillian, who followed Yetta inside.
Instantly, his expression shifted. “This girl looks just like her mom. It’s surprising she could grow up to be so pretty in a small town like Mesville. Well, looks like she won’t embarrass me atleast
“It went okay. Her grandmother said Lillian has health issues and insisted we take her for a check–up at a big hospital,” Yetta responded.
“Hold on a second. Instead of answering Yetta right away, Bradley turned to Lillian, who had instinctively stopped in her tracks at the door.
In an instant, two servants who had been waiting nearby jumped into action. One grabbed a bundle of sage and started waving it around Lillian’s feet, while the other held out a bowl of water with some herbs floating in it.
“This water is meant to ward off evil spirits, the second maid said, holding up the bowl. “Mr. Wilson had a pro make this special mix. If you drink it, you’ll be allowed to enter.”
Lillian was confused by the weird scene at first. But then she got it when she heard the servant–they thought she needed some kind of spiritual cleansing.
She should’ve been living fancy. But for seventeen years, she grew up with her grandma in a tiny, old–fashioned village–just because of Bradley’s foolishness.
Bradley, the chairman of the Wilson Group, had entered a business marriage with his first wife. Tragically, she died in a cal accident shortly after they married, leaving him with a son.
Years later, he married his subordinate, Nora Foley, who was later Lillian’s mother. Unfortunately, Nora suffered a serious complication during childbirth and couldn’t be saved.
Many businesspeople were superstitious, especially Bradley, who had lost two wives. After visiting a fortune–teller, he learned that Lillian was believed to bring misfortune to her parents, suggesting she would be in trouble if raised in his home.
So, as a newborn. Lillian was handed over to her elderly grandmother, who had just lost her beloved daughter. For the next seventeen years, Bradley hadn’t even given a damn about it.
No wonder Grandma said my dad had died in a car accident. The way he acted–Grandma had held back a lot, Lillian sneered silently.
Watching as her so–called father walked over, Lillian lifted her foot and stepped right on the sage bundle, and with a swift move, she slapped the bowl of water, sending it crashing to the ground.
Everyone in the room was shocked, and Bradley’s face turned really dark right away.
“Me? Unlucky? Isn’t it you who brings the bad luck?” Lillian shot back, a sly smirk creeping onto her face.
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She had dug up those things after finding out she had a rich dad it was tough to say if the fortune–teller was spot on or just got lucky, but after she was seit away, Bradley’s career had really taken off.
Yet there was something else Lillian didn’t know–the fortune–teller had said Lillian could come back when she turned seventeen years and six months old. And just a week before that date, Zoey called Bradley saying Lillian was sick.
Instead of rushing to get Lillian, Bradley had dragged his feet umil today, ensuring it was after the “danger period,” and only sent Yetta to pick Lillian up-
Even after the supposed threat had passed, Bradley still felt uncy around Lillian. He had the sage and the water with herbs ready. It was also why he asked Yetta if anything had happened the way.
Bradley frowned at Lillian’s words. But before he could say anything, Yetta, his third wife, stepped forward. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Lillian smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “You seem a bit on edge, huh? With two bad examples in the family, are you scared?”
“You!” Yetta stuttered, at a loss for words.
Bradley snapped at her, “Enough.”
Yetta had expected the superstitious Bradley to blow up and kick Lillian out for good. But surprisingly, he was letting her stay. Yetta couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Does he think the danger has passed, or is he feeling guilty about Nora?
Bradley studied Lillian’s pale, distant face, and suddenly, it hit him that all these years, she had never tried to reach out to Jim for a better life. Little did he know, Lillian had grown up believing he was dead.
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“What’s wrong? Is it serious?” His tone softened a bit, but he still sounded stiff and formal, almost like he was talking employee. It was no surprise, though; their connection was even more distant than that.
“My brain’s a bit messed up, Lillian replied casually, she didn’t just come back to the Wilson family to ease Zoey’s worries, but she also wanted to stir things up–Bradley had been living too easy.
Bradley looked at Lillian’s head, remembering Zoey hadn’t said it was a brain issue. He figured Zoey must have been worried that he wouldn’t accept Lillian if he knew the issue.
“Schedule an appointment with a neurologist for tomorrow, and then send her to school in a few days,” he instructed Yetta.
“Something wrong with her brain? Could it be a mental illness? That’s not something to take lightly,” Yolanda Wilson chimed in as she walked down the stairs gracefully.
She appeared delicate, radiating the confidence of a wealthy lady, in sharp contrast to Lillian, who was clad in simple
student attire.
Back then, after sending Lillian away. Bradley adopted a girl from an orphanage, one who the fortunate–teller said could bring Bradley good luck. He named her Yolanda Wilson and treated her like a princess.
Since then, Yolanda transformed from an orphan who couldn’t even afford a simple dress into the beloved daughter of the Wilson family, enjoying the life and affection that should have belonged to Lillian
Even though a few people knew Yolanda wasn’t Bradley’s biological daughter, they had mostly forgotten about Lillian being the real one–Yolanda had totally taken her place.
Yolanda sauntered up to Bradley, casting a slight smile on Lillian’s way. “Hey, Lillian, I’m Yolanda.”
“Dad. I’d like to go to the hospital with Lillian tomorrow,” she sand, her eyes flicking over Lillian’s face with a subtle intensity. Her tone was friendly, but there was an unmistakable hint of authority in her voice.
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She had dug up those things, after finding out she had a rich clad it was tough to say if the fortune–teller was spot on or just got lucky, but after she was sent away, Bradley’s career had really taken off.
Yet there was something else Lillian didn’t know–the fortune–teller had said Lillian could come back when she turned seventeen years and six months old. And just a week before that late, Zoey called Bradley saying Lillian was sick.
Instead of rushing to get Lillian, Bradley had dragged his feet until today, ensuring it was after the “danger period, and only sent Yetta to pick Lillian up.
Even after the supposed threat had passed, Bradley still felt uneasy around Lillian. He had the sage and the water with herbs
the way ready. It was also why he asked Yetta if anything had happened
Bradley frowned at Lillian’s words. But before he could say anything, Yetta, his third wife, stepped forward. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Lillian smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “You seem a bit on edge, huh? With two had examples in the family, are you scared?”
“You!” Yetta stuttered, at a loss for words.
Bradley snapped at her, “Enough.
Yetta had expected the superstitious Bradley to blow up and kick Lillian out for good. But surprisingly, he was letting her stay. Yetta couldn’t help but wonder, Does he think the danger has passed, or is he feeling guilty about Nora?‘
Bradley studied Lillian’s pale, distant face, and suddenly, it hit him that all these years, she had never tried to reach out to him for a better life. Little did he know, Lillian had grown up believing he was dead.
What? Is it serious?” His tone softened a bit, but he still–ounded stiff and formal, almost like he was talking to an
employee. It was no surprise, though; their connection was even more distant than that.
“My brain’s a bit messed up, Lillian replied casually she didn’t just come back to the Wilson family to ease Zoey’s worries, but she also wanted to stir things up–Bradley had been living too easy.
Bradley looked at Lillian’s head, remembering Zoey hadn’t said was a brain issue. He figured Zoey must have been worried that he wouldn’t accept Lillian if he knew the issue.
“Schedule an appointment with a neurologist for tomorrow, and then send her to school in a few days,” he instructed Yetta
“Something wrong with her brain? Could it be a mental illness? That’s not something to take lightly.” Yolanda Wilson chimes in as she walked down the stairs gracefully.
She appeared delicate, radiating the confidence of a wealthy lady in sharp contrast to Lillian, who was clad in simple student attire.
Back then, after sending Lillian away, Bradley adopted a girl from an orphanage, one who the fortunate–teller said could bring Bradley good luck. He named her Yolanda Wilson and treated her like a princess.
Since then, Yolanda transformed from an orphan who couldn’t even afford a simple dress into the beloved daughter of the Wilson family, enjoying the life and affection that should have belonged to Lillian.
Even though a few people knew Yolanda wasn’t Bradley’s biological daughter, they had mostly forgotten about Lillian being the real one–Yolanda had totally taken her place.
Yolanda sauntered up to Bradley, casting a slight smile on Lillian’s way. “Hey, Lillian, I’m Yolanda.”
“Dad. I’d like to go to the hospital with Lillian tomorrow,” she said, her eyes flicking over Lillian’s face with a subtle intensity Her tone was friendly, but there was an unmistakable hint of authority in her voice.
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She then turned to a servant, and ordered, “Go tell the kitchen to make more soup for Lillian and add plenty of here.” The way she took charge made it seem like Lillian was just a guest in their home.
“Yes, Ms. Yolanda Wilson,” the servant replied obediently.
Beat from her long car ride. Lillian wasn’t in the mood to tangle with Yolanda. She turned to Bradley and asked, “Where’s
my room?”
Her focus was solely on Bradley, not wanting to mess with anyone else unless they got in her way.
“It’s upstairs. Yolanda, take… Zavier up,” Bradley instructed.
Lillian responded firmly, “No need. Also, my name is Lillian, not Zavier.”
Bradley had named Lillian “Zavier, hoping it would bring him luck. But Zoey lund put her foot down about the masculine name. Feeling guilty for leaving Lillian behind, Bradley didn’t argue when Zoey insisted on changing it.
Yolanda’s got a bit of a dog allergy. I’ll have the servants take care of the dog for you, Bradley said, preparing to call over a
servant.
But Lillian bent down, and scooped up General, who had been silent. “Where I sleep, he sleeps.”
Bradley’s face darkened. He had been chairman of the prestigious Wilson Group for years, and few had the guts to talk back to him so often.
Lillian clutched General in one hand, her other hand stuffed into her pocket. She showed zero fear of Bradley’s authority, and her eyes even held a glint of disdain and defiance. It seemed like if he uttered another word, she’d chuck General right at him.
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