Hao Ren watched Igor topple stiffly backward, only to be caught and helped upright by the butler halfway down. He couldn't help turning to Vivian. "You kept a mark on it? Why didn't you say so earlier? If I'd known, I wouldn't have taken the painting out. Now I have to return it to them."
"I only just remembered," Vivian said, curling her lips. "Besides, what were you planning to do with the painting? If you really wanted something to look at, I have the real thing right here."
Hao Ren gave the portrait a regretful glance. "Tsk... This thing looks pretty valuable. What a shame Lily poked a hole in it."
By then, Igor had recovered. He stared blankly at Hao Ren and the others before finally settling his gaze on Vivian. "A witch?"
Vivian nodded. Seeing that Igor looked as if he might pass out again, she hurriedly added, "Hey, don't be afraid. I'm not here to settle accounts with you. Relax, relax, take a deep breath—you know, your ancestor was much calmer than you back then."
Vivian was lying through her teeth. When the ancestor of the Andre family had seen her back then, he had dropped to his knees with a thump...
Igor clutched the buttons of his shirt over his chest. His knuckles had gone white from the force, as if he needed the pain to confirm that what he was seeing was real and keep himself from fainting again. He stood there trembling, his face full of unease. "Then, you came today because..."
"To help you deal with this evil spirit." Vivian waved a hand. "Honestly, I never imagined you were the descendants of that boy from back then."
Igor looked tense. "Not because our ancestor violated the agreement from back then and..."
Vivian