After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 118 - 096: Stephens Family, Owe Too Much (2 updates)

Chapter 118: Chapter 096: Stephens Family, Owe Too Much (2 updates)

"If you don’t go in, the Stephens family will come for you,"

Chloe reminded her.

Yvette Foster’s expression changed, her face turning pale.

That’s right.

She, Yvette, couldn’t do anything.

It was already quite impressive for an ordinary person like her to survive in the Stephens family, and she had no hope of resisting them.

She knew very well how powerful the Stephens family was.

"Chloe, do you really want to go back to the Stephens family?"

"The Stephens family owes too much."

It must be taken back.

Like the many things that happened when Yvette first became pregnant with Chloe, and the dirty things that damaged Chloe’s brain, one by one, the people of the Stephens family had done much harm.

"Chloe, your mother can support you now, there’s no need to..."

"I bear grudges."

Yvette Foster: "We are doing well now, returning to the Stephens family would only repeat the past."

"They won’t get that chance."

Chloe got up and went upstairs.

Yvette sat on the sofa for a long time, staring blankly out. She took out the letter from her bag.

It was her resignation letter from the position she voluntarily resigned from, as well as an inheritance document for stock ownership.

It had legal effect.

She accepted the job offer in order for her daughter to have no worries.

By inheriting all the shares, even if Chloe didn’t become successful later, she would be able to live her life carefree.

Even when Yvette could no longer take care of her, Chloe wouldn’t have to worry about spending money.

Adam Stephens’ call disrupted all her plans.

She had already thought it through.

She could not stay in Thompson County forever.

She even found a place to settle down with her daughter, far away from Sheffield City, to start a new life.

Her daughter was right, if they didn’t go back-

Someone from the Stephens family would come looking for them.

By then, the methods might change, and maybe even Adam would be implicated.

Yvette felt as if something was stuck in her throat, a suffocating feeling that couldn’t be described.

The unescapable feeling of powerlessness constantly assaulted her.

*

In the monitoring room of Thompson County Hospital.

Dean Zeigler stood behind the woman, waiting and waiting, finally speaking up: "Miss Taylor, all the surveillance footage is here, and we’ve gone through it several times without finding the person you’re looking for."

Lily Taylor didn’t believe she couldn’t find that person.

There was no suspicious person in the surveillance footage.

Especially near the morgue.

She watched for most of the day but didn’t see anyone who could use the thirteen needles of the ghost gate.

"This person must have avoided all surveillance."

There were no traces of interception, which meant that a special power was used to avoid all surveillance exposure.

Lily Taylor came to Thompson County to find the person who used the thirteen needles of the ghost gate. She spent half a day searching and still had no clue.

"Miss Taylor, it’s getting late. Why don’t we go out for dinner and come back to continue later?"

Lily Taylor pressed her brow, "Fine."

She followed Dean Zeigler to an elegant restaurant and noticed quite a few paparazzi squatting nearby even before they entered.

Seeing her unusual reaction, Dean Zeigler laughed: "Miss Taylor must not know, my daughter’s favorite actress will be shooting a film in Thompson County."

Lily Taylor said indifferently: "I don’t chase stars."

Seeing Lily Taylor’s impatient expression, Dean Zeigler didn’t dare to say more and led her to a private room.

On their way past a private room, Lily Taylor saw an agent coming out from the room and turned into the restroom on the other side.

Her eyes narrowed.

Why was Amelia Taylor’s agent here?

Was it because...

Recalling Dean Zeigler’s words earlier, Lily Taylor’s expression darkened, rage burning in her eyes.

*

Amelia Taylor was in the restroom, when Lily Taylor accurately and without fail blocked the door.

Amelia was a little surprised to see her.

However, she soon smiled, "You’re here."

Amelia was the best actress, and acting was her forte.

Lily sneered, "You knew I was here."

The words made Amelia frown slightly: "I didn’t know."

"Don’t pretend with me."

"Lily, your attitude towards me has become somewhat unfriendly," Amelia flicked her long hair, her smile narrowing, "Who knows about you coming to Thompson County?"

"Amelia, don’t pretend to be my best friend here, it makes me feel sick."

"Lily, you’ve always been like this, striving to be the best, willing to use any means necessary to stand above others in your medical skills."

Lily’s face darkened: "What about you, Amelia? You’re not much better."

Amelia glanced at her: "Sorry, but there are friends waiting for me."

"What exactly do you want to do in Thompson County?"

"As long as it doesn’t concern me, it doesn’t matter to me even if you go out and commit a major crime," Amelia said with a slight smile.

Lily’s face tightened, "You’d better not get in my way. You know how good I am at what I do, and if I accidentally cut your throat again, there will be no saving you."

Amelia’s smile remained as she raised her hand and touched her white neck, where a scar so faint it was barely visible remained.

Although the scar had been removed, the memories in her heart could never be erased.

"It reminded me, how did those things I gave you to eat taste last time?"

Lily’s eyes went cold.

Amelia combed her hair in front of the mirror and walked past Lily with a smile.

Lily clenched her fists and watched Amelia leave coldly.

*

Evelyn Weston offered a high price again, asking Millie Dalton to go with her.

The people in the Weston family couldn’t be used anymore, so she could only ask for the witch, Millie, to accompany her.

Albert Webb received a call from Xander Webb in the morning saying that someone had arrived in Thompson County.

Albert asked for a leave and came back half an hour earlier than usual.

Madison Webb was being taken care of by a servant, the swelling on her face had subsided significantly, but it still hurt a lot.

Albert pushed the door open, and when Madison saw him, her eyes instantly turned red.

"Brother."

"Your condition has improved a lot," Albert approached the bed, "How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"

Madison’s eyes reddened even more, "Brother, I’m uncomfortable everywhere."

"I’ll call the doctor."

"No, I just want you to be with me, brother. You haven’t come to see me for days. Do you dislike how I look now?" As she spoke, tears slid from her eyes.

She looked helpless and pitiful.

Albert said softly, "No."

"But..."

"Tell me honestly, did you do something before the accident?"

"Brother?" Madison didn’t expect him to doubt whether she had done something wrong before the accident, and she felt wronged to the point of turning pale, "Brother, I’m the one who’s injured now! I really can’t remember what happened."

She only remembered that she wanted to do something to someone.

But she couldn’t remember what happened afterward.

If she could, the murderer would not have been at large.

"You don’t even remember who you had contact with? Could it be that you offended someone without realizing it? Now our mother is doing things a little too far for your sake. That witch here, what did she do to you? You remember this."

Madison hesitated, "I, I’m not quite sure."

Albert’s face went cold, "Then continue lying here."

He turned to leave.

Madison called out anxiously, "Brother, stay and accompany me."

Albert opened the door.

Madison held back her tears, "The witch said she could treat me, but on one condition - she needs someone’s help."

Albert turned back, staring at her, "Whose help does she need?"

"Chloe Stephens... I mean, your friend."

Glimpsing something, Albert’s face changed dramatically.

Opening the door, he went downstairs in a hurry, got on his electric bike and rode it out.