The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207: Chapter 1207: Extra Story: Ivan & Zaraiah 3

Everyone who places an order in the Spiritual Affairs, the Spiritual Affairs will automatically lock onto their aura.

It just so happened that when the two of them stepped out of the Ghost Gate, what they saw was a wardrobe.

A dilapidated earthen house, old-fashioned cabinet doors, tightly bound from the outside with clothes and a mop.

Ivan and Zaraiah didn’t even need to think to know where the person who placed the order was.

"The person is locked in the wardrobe, the aura is a bit weak."

Zaraiah easily determined the state of the child in the wardrobe, then turned to ask Ivan, "Do you want to save him?"

"Just to pull him out and ask him how he placed the order."

Ivan said naturally, raising his hand to remove the stuff outside the wardrobe.

Just as he was about to act, he heard the door behind them open.

In the small room, besides the wardrobe, there was only a bed.

Zaraiah directly pulled Ivan’s hand, and the two of them stood to the side together.

He was the Lord of the Underworld, if he did not appear voluntarily, ordinary people couldn’t see him at all, and those he touched would also become hidden with him, undetectable.

Ivan, although he had entered Reincarnation, was not an ordinary person, and concealing his figure was not difficult for him.

But since Zaraiah took the initiative to pull him, he didn’t bother to move.

The two of them just stood by, watching as the door opened, and then, a woman with a bruised face and a haggard appearance staggered in.

She first glanced outside the door, carefully shut the door, and then approached the wardrobe with an anxious face.

Enduring the pain all over her body, the woman awkwardly tried to untie the items on the wardrobe door.

Perhaps due to nervousness and fear, it took her quite a while to finally open the cabinet door.

As soon as it opened, a rancid smell hit her face, but the woman was oblivious to it, only looking at the frail youth inside the wardrobe.

The youth was Charlie Atkins.

He was in a similarly pitiful state, his frail body huddled inside the cabinet, seemingly out of breath.

The woman looked at the youth somewhat fearfully, only reaching out with a mix of caution and roughness to rouse him.

"Charlie, wake up, Charlie, run... run..."

Ivan looked at the woman, his gaze slightly darkening.

This woman, her soul was not intact.

In the eyes of outsiders, a woman with an incomplete soul appeared mentally unstable.

But she was still doing her best to wake her child, and finally, the youth awoke with difficulty, his cracked lips showing he hadn’t had water for at least a day.

Upon seeing the woman clearly, he still with difficulty called out hoarsely, "Mom..."

"Charlie, get up... run."

The youth finally managed to clear his mind, realizing their current situation, and immediately struggled to get out of the cabinet.

"Mom, you go..."

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave with his mother and escape this hell.

But he couldn’t leave.

He was Emmett Atkins’ son; he wouldn’t let him leave.

But his mother could.

He wanted his mother to go find her family.

He was too weak now.

He couldn’t protect his mom.

And the murder request he sent out had no response.

He knew he might not get a response.

After all, who would come to help kill someone just because of a stranger’s request?

But he was unwilling...

Since he was small, he knew his mother was different from others. People said she was a fool. When he was little, he also felt ashamed and resentful of having such a mother.

Later, a teacher came to their village.

The teacher said that his mother actually loved him very much.

She often forgot many things, but for him, she remembered to dress him warmly when it was cold, to hold him and hum to him when he was scared.

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