Chapter 467

The producer quickly ended the video call, his hand trembling as he lowered the phone.

“Have you recently sought out any practitioners of the occult? Or has your wife perhaps found a godfather of some sort?” Odalys asked, her voice sharp and precise.

The producer was unprepared for this line of questioning.

“My wife… she’s more inclined to believe in these things. Recently, she became involved with a certain circle and met someone who claims to be a wise sage. She felt a special connection with him and… well, she made him her godfather,” he explained, his voice wavering.

Odalys’ lips curled into a cold smile. “So, this godfather of hers… did he bless you both? And was it he who instructed you to buy that picture? The one you hung in your bedroom!” she asked, her voice chilling.

The producer froze, his face draining of color as her words sank in. His throat went dry, and his mind raced. He realized something was terribly wrong with this godfather.

“Yes, that’s right. Since she accepted him as her godfather, everything has been going smoothly for us. We’ve struggled to conceive for years, but recently, she got pregnant. Our business deals have been going through without issue. This man… he’s quite extraordinary,” the producer admitted, his voice faltering with a mix of awe and suspicion.

Odalys shook her head, sighing. “The key point is that he’s been helping you without charging a dime, right? Have you ever heard the saying, ‘A divination never comes free’? When someone asks for help without having accumulated good deeds, they always expect compensation.”

“If it were a small matter, maybe you could overlook it. But for something as significant as conceiving a child or securing important deals, there is a cost. If things go wrong… you’ll have to pay the price,” she explained, her words cutting through the tension.

The producer wiped the cold sweat from his brow; his sleeve was soaked. Panic mounted. He hastily wiped his face, feeling sweat pouring down his back. His legs felt weak, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse.

“Please, Odalys, enlighten me. I feel so foolish. I don’t understand these intricacies,” he said respectfully, his voice heavy with gratitude. Having heard her predict everything so accurately, he had completely lost any doubts about her abilities.

Odalys paused, her expression becoming more serious as she leaned in. “Many people have fates cursed by their astrological signs—some may even bring harm to their parents or children. That’s why, in rural areas, you’ll often hear of people adopting trees, fields, or even stones as their parents. When disaster strikes, that tree will die, the field will flood, or the stone will vanish—none of these adoptions end well.”

“Adopting a godfather or godmother isn’t something to be taken lightly,” she continued, her voice steady. “It sounds like someone specifically targeted your wife and lured her into this new circle. The truth is, she was chosen by someone else. They used subtle magic to deceive her, tricking her into adopting the wrong godfather. And now, because of this, her spirit is disturbed. She’s pregnant, but her spirit is unsettled.”

“As for the image you bought… the child in that painting died young. You see, that child was already dead before you bought the picture. Yet, you continue to hope your own child will grow up just like it. Wishing for a child to follow in the footsteps of the dead leads to one outcome: early death.”

“It’s like looking at a dead person and wishing for your own child to grow up just like them. What kind of end do you think that will bring?” Odalys explained, her voice unwavering and grave.

The producer stumbled back, falling to the ground, his face pale. He swallowed hard, his mind reeling.

“Does this mean… this so-called godfather is trying to harm us? But we didn’t even know him. Why would he want to hurt us?” he stammered, his mind racing to make sense of it all.

Odalys sat on a nearby stone, sipping her smoothie in the warm sunlight, her expression thoughtful.

“Please, Odalys, what can we do! Is there a way to save my wife and the child?” The producer’s voice broke, hoarse with desperation. He was terrified, his body trembling.

Chapter 467 (Continued)

Odalys fell silent, realizing something herself. She had initially planned to have Sophia take medicine to fake a pregnancy, to test Windsor and others’ reactions. But now, hearing the producer’s story, the two situations seemed intertwined in an unexpected way.

“Do you trust me?” Odalys asked suddenly.

The producer nodded vigorously, his eyes glistening with tears. “I do, I trust you. Please… save us,” he pleaded. He could barely speak, his words choked with fear, disbelief, and hopelessness.

“Extend your hand,” Odalys instructed.

The producer hesitated, then extended his palm, his hand trembling. Without another word, Odalys quickly reached forward and traced something across his palm. He winced as a sharp pain shot through his hand; a thin cut appeared. She quickly produced a small talisman from her bag and pressed it into his palm, where it seemed to merge with his blood.

“Don’t wash your hands today. When you get home, use this hand to take down that picture. Then, press your palm onto the child’s face in the painting. Don’t speak, no matter what happens,” Odalys instructed calmly but firmly.

The producer was completely lost, his body still shaking. “What happens next? If something happens, what should I do?”

“You don’t need to do anything; just don’t speak. Watch the picture, watch what happens to your wife. You only need to observe. Keep your hand on the painting for three minutes. Don’t remove it, even if your wife tries to stop you. After three minutes, go to the bathroom and call me,” she said insistently.

The producer was drenched in sweat. He had been through intense scenes in films, but nothing had terrified him like this. He was paralyzed with fear.

“I’ll go home now,” he whispered, his voice shaking. His mind was consumed by the need to handle the situation at home.

As he turned to leave, a sudden thought struck him, and he looked back at Odalys, his eyes filled with desperate hope. “Odalys… could you… could you come with me? I feel like if you’re with me, maybe I can find the courage to face it.”

Odalys raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “If I go with you, everything will be scared off. You won’t get a clear result. Remember, don’t wash your hand, don’t touch any water, and don’t speak. Just take the picture down and press your hand against its face. Do exactly as I told you,” she said, her voice steady and unyielding.