Chapter 732: He Is an Accident in Her Life

Bounty glared warily at Betty. “You know Olive? Who are you?” Hatred glinted in her eyes. “I should ask, Naomi, who are you? Did you orchestrate what happened that year? You killed my son and ruined the Augustine family. Why?”

“Now that you’ve reappeared, what are your intentions? Why approach Elvis and Olive?”

Betty, slightly surprised, took some pills and approached Bounty. “I am, undeniably, the daughter of the Augustine family. You’ve seen through me. Unfortunately, the dead cannot speak; this secret will remain unknown.”

“Do you think you’ll succeed? Olive will return soon. She’ll expose your wicked schemes with her own hands!” Bounty retorted angrily.

Betty moved; the bell on her waist chimed. Bounty’s face paled, her head throbbing. She collapsed onto the sofa in pain.

“My lady, rest. Don’t talk. You’re tired. Take your medicine.” Bounty, overwhelmed by pain and Betty’s hypnotic voice, was unable to resist. She simply wanted relief.

Bounty opened her mouth; Betty slipped in two pills. Soon, Bounty’s pupils dilated, and she fell unconscious.

Betty removed her human skin mask, revealing her true identity: Concubine Molly. Defeated by Olive and Elvis in a final battle, Molly—possessing an exceptional sense of smell—had escaped. Now, hunted relentlessly by Elvis, she’d disguised herself as Betty, hiding near Bounty, a key figure. Olive!

Molly intensely hated Olive, blaming her for the loss of her two children. Before Bounty’s death, her only thought was of Olive, fueling Molly’s resentment.

Molly called a number. A soft voice answered: “Hello, Molly.”

Molly’s demeanor shifted to deference. “Princess, the matter is settled.”

The caller was Naomi, the mermaid princess. The mermaids, having infiltrated Greenland, knew Anabelle’s background before anyone else, secretly manipulating events within the Augustine family for years.

“Well done. Your next assignment requires discretion,” Naomi instructed.

“Yes, Princess,” Molly replied, hanging up.

Anabelle emerged, pausing on her way back, a sense of foreboding washing over her. Bounty’s distress earlier… something had happened.

Worried, Anabelle returned to the villa. In the distance, she heard the wail of ambulances. Lights blazed from the mansion; someone was carrying Bounty out.

Anabelle’s bag fell; her breath hitched. She rushed forward, pushing through the crowd to find Bounty lifeless on a stretcher.

“Bounty!” Anabelle cried, shaking her. “What’s wrong? Wake up!”

“Ms. Augustine committed suicide by drug overdose,” a doctor stated.

Suicide? Anabelle refused to believe it. Moments ago, Bounty was alive, talking to her! Anabelle touched Bounty’s hand—icy cold. Memories flooded back: years ago, in a hospital corridor, doctors carrying a lifeless, blue baby from Bounty’s womb.

“Bounty!” Anabelle sobbed. “Wake up! Hate me! I’m still alive, but why…?”

Betty shoved Anabelle to the ground. “Enough hypocrisy! You’re the last person my lady wanted to see!”

Ignoring her bleeding scratch, Anabelle watched as Bounty was carried away.

Betty gloated. “Anabelle, you’re a harbinger of death. Years ago, you plagued the Augustine family. Now, my lady is dead. Leave them alone!” She added, “You spoke with her for so long; did you provoke her? I’ll report you to the police.”

Anabelle was arrested and locked in a cold cell. Images flashed through her mind: Bounty on the stretcher, the lifeless baby, Mrs. Samantha’s silent tears, Alpha’s heart condition.

An accident in her life. Betty was right; she was a harbinger of death, bringing misfortune to the Augustine family. From a young age, she’d felt bound, unable to escape her fate. Each step was precarious; she'd never dared to dream. Alpha had been the only exception, the one who’d ignited hope in her heart.