Chapter 214


    "Miss Cornell, when are you willing to leave the Department of State? Otherwise, you can tell me what


    you want. As long as it''s within my ability, I will do anything for you. Please move out from here."


    Three dayster, Marcus almost kneeled in front of Katherine. Looking at her as she leaned against the


    bed to read a book in her hand, he begged miserably.


    With an arched brow, she nced at him coldly before turning her attention back to the book in her


    hand. She didn''t bother to look at him again, but her voice was clear and lukewarm. "What''s the rush? I


    enjoy my stay here."


    "Great-aunt, please punish me if I did something wrong. Don''t torture me like this, will you? I can kneel


    and bow to you! I was wrong, and I should have listened to you. I''m sorry for dragging you back. I''ll


    compensate you with anything you ask for. Please don''t stay here any longer. I''m good with anything as


    long as you leave this ce." Marcus went down to his knees and eventually begged Katherine.


    She closed the book in her hand and finally looked at the man on his knees. He had a rectangr face


    and features that made him look righteous, but now that he was frowning, he lookedpletely


    sluggish and sleep-deprived. Since he had brought her back, he had begun to receive phone calls in


    which people chastised him.


    Even his seniors and superiors at work came to interrogate him one by one to the point where he was


    close to experiencing a mental breakdown.


    It was especially in the past two days that Marcus started to have frequent nightmares due to the


    consistent mental pressure. The dreams were filled with strange scenes, and every time he woke up,


    he was covered in ayer of cold sweat and unspeakable horror. Sadly, he didn''t know how to describe


    what he was going through right now, so he merely regarded it as a side effect caused by his emotional


    distress and didn''t pay much attention to it as a result.


    On the other hand, Katherine stared at him. In her eyes, dark clouds were hovering above his


    forehead. It appeared as though he was about to be struck by some misfortune.


    When she saw him two days ago, he looked fine, but now that he had ended up in this state, it was


    noticeably unusual.


    cing the book on the low cab beside her, she nced at him and inquired, "Where have you


    been recently, and what have you done?"


    "Huh?" Marcus was baffled by her sudden question and looked at her in confusion.


    "Tell me," she urged.


    He wos confused by Kotherine''s seemingly rondom inquiry, but he didn''t wont to risk offending her, so


    he wos honest with his response. He filled her in on his whereobouts ond octivities over the previous


    few doys.


    She knitted her brows. Thinking obout it, she still felt something wos wrong.


    There wos nothing unusuol obout Morcu''s schedule. It wos nothing more thonmuting between his


    home ond the Deportment of Stote. He shouldn''t hovee into contoct with ony evil spirits. In foct, he


    did end up being entongled with one, ond if it wosn''t resolved, she wos ofroid something bod would


    hoppen to him.


    Kotherine wos not prejudiced ogoinst him. Furthermore, the city''s low ond order hod been well


    mointoined throughout the yeors he hod worked in Hovington. The Deportment of Stote hod olso


    ployed o vitol role in ensuring thot.


    She should retoin o tolent like him. In the event thot he wos to be reploced, she dreoded the possibility


    thot the new guy wouldpletely botch Hovington.


    "Tell me obout it in detoil. Did you encounter ony funerols or o cor ident recently?" She topped her


    fingers lightly on the bed ond prodded.


    Morcus wos slightly token obock before furrowing his brows ond recolling. "I don''t think so—"


    "Are you sure?" Kotherine mirrored his expression, sounding o little displeosed.


    He felt oggrieved. "Does this motter? Miss Cornell, why do you wont to know this oll of o sudden?"


    "You''re going to die," she uttered with o stony expression.


    While kneeling on the floor, he looked ot her with o pitiful expression. "Miss Cornell, olthough I brought


    you bock without reoson, I olreody know I''m ot foult. I don''t deserve to die just like thot, do I?"


    "Yeoh. I plon to sove you. Think obout it. Did you encounter onything out of the ordinory or bump into


    something?" Kotherine nodded eornestly while replying to him.


    He wos frustroted ond thought she wos octing weird right now. Why does she sound like o shomon


    now?


    In view of her identity, he dored not speok too much. He tried hord to recoll, ond instontly, something


    popped into his mind. "Oh, right! About two doys ogo, o cor ident hoppened ot the crossrood in front


    of my house. I hoppened to poss by bock then. Does thot motter?"


    "Tell me," she urged.


    He was confused by Katherine''s seemingly random inquiry, but he didn''t want to risk offending her, so


    he was honest with his response. He filled her in on his whereabouts and activities over the previous


    few days.


    She knitted her brows. Thinking about it, she still felt something was wrong.


    There was nothing unusual about Marcu''s schedule. It was nothing more thanmuting between his


    home and the Department of State. He shouldn''t havee into contact with any evil spirits. In fact, he


    did end up being entangled with one, and if it wasn''t resolved, she was afraid something bad would


    happen to him.


    Katherine was not prejudiced against him. Furthermore, the city''sw and order had been well


    maintained throughout the years he had worked in Hovington. The Department of State had also


    yed a vital role in ensuring that.


    She should retain a talent like him. In the event that he was to be reced, she dreaded the possibility


    that the new guy wouldpletely botch Hovington.


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    "Tell me about it in detail. Did you encounter any funerals or a car ident recently?" She tapped her


    fingers lightly on the bed and prodded.


    Marcus was slightly taken aback before furrowing his brows and recalling. "I don''t think so—"


    "Are you sure?" Katherine mirrored his expression, sounding a little displeased.


    He felt aggrieved. "Does this matter? Miss Cornell, why do you want to know this all of a sudden?"


    "You''re going to die," she uttered with a stony expression.


    While kneeling on the floor, he looked at her with a pitiful expression. "Miss Cornell, although I brought


    you back without reason, I already know I''m at fault. I don''t deserve to die just like that, do I?"


    "Yeah. I n to save you. Think about it. Did you encounter anything out of the ordinary or bump into


    something?" Katherine nodded earnestly while replying to him.


    He was frustrated and thought she was acting weird right now. Why does she sound like a shaman


    now?


    In view of her identity, he dared not speak too much. He tried hard to recall, and instantly, something


    popped into his mind. "Oh, right! About two days ago, a car ident happened at the crossroad in front


    of my house. I happened to pass by back then. Does that matter?"


    "Car ident? Were there any casualties?" Katherine grasped the key point and continued badgering.


    "I think so. A delivery man was in such a rush to get the food to his customer that he crossed the street,


    only to be knocked down by a huge trucking the other way. I only gave it a cursory nce and


    didn''t pay much attention to it. Given the circumstances, I''m afraid the delivery man probably didn''t


    make it. Does that have anything to do with me? I was just passing by." Marcus nodded and asked with


    a puzzled expression.


    "Did your car run over something when you passed by?" she inquired after a moment of silence.


    "That I''m not sure of." He shook his head.


    "Go and ask your driver right now," Katherine urged.


    Marcus thought that she was being way too superstitious, but in order not to annoy her, he called his


    driver and inquired about the situation that day.


    The driver''s voice came intermittently through the phone. "I think we did run over something when we


    drove by that day. I''m assuming it to be the takeaway box that the delivery man dropped on the ground.


    Our car wheels were covered with blood and some food residue. It was quite dirty, so I sent the car to


    be washed. What''s the matter, Mr. Town? Is there any problem?"


    "It''s nothing." Marcus hung up and nced at her.


    Katherine nodded thoughtfully. "That''s it. That delivery man''s spirit is haunting you. Have you been


    feeling unluckytely?"


    "Yes. I think so." He didn''t deny it but couldn''t help looking at her with resentment. Oh, for goodness’


    sake. My bad luckes from you, not from some delivery man!


    However, he kept that to himself, not daring to speak out loud.


    "Go to the crossroad where the ident happened and apologize to him sincerely. You''ve crushed the


    takeaway box he was going to deliver, so he has a grudge against you now." Judging from his


    expression, she knew he didn''t take her words to heart.


    After thinking about it, Katherine picked up the book she had just put down, tore a piece of paper from


    the middle, took a pen, and drew a talisman on it. Then, she folded it and handed it to Marcus. "Keep it


    close to you."


    He took it, stuffed it into his pocket, and looked at her pitifully. "Miss Cornell, are you really not nning


    on leaving?"


    "You can go now."