Chapter 487

“Just leave your bowl on the table when you're finished,” Dorian reminded Odalys as he headed for the door.

Watching him go, Odalys chuckled. She enjoyed her meal, then pulled out her phone to check social media. Since her account surpassed one hundred million followers, her private messages had been overwhelming, with fans begging her to livestream.

[Beauty, it's been so long! Please livestream, I'm begging you!] [Odalys! I need a reading. Urgent help!] [The talisman I got from you last time brought me luck. I won the lottery!] [Wow, I struck it rich too! We moved to a better neighborhood, and now I'm loaded!] [Please do a livestream! Grant us your blessings!]

The constant barrage of messages nearly froze her phone. Odalys glanced at the requests for a livestream, then quietly tapped the livestream button. The camera focused on her, and within seconds, thousands of fans flooded the stream.

Many clearly had their livestream notifications on. As soon as she went live, they instantly joined, doubting their eyes until they saw her beautiful, bare-faced appearance.

[Oh my gosh, it's really Odalys!] [Goddess, are we doing fortune readings today?] [Do you still have talismans? I'll pay $300 for one!] [Odalys, can you help me check on my child? He's been sick for a long time.]

The chat moved so fast that Odalys couldn't keep up.

[Stop spamming! She can't read our comments!]

Hearing this, the fans calmed down, slowing the comment stream.

"Sorry, I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to stream!" Odalys said. "I did promise free fortune readings for ten people daily on the Magic Entertainment platform. I've finished those readings and haven't had time to schedule more, so today I'll draw ten people for free readings right here."

Her words sent the audience into a frenzy, with more fans rushing to join, vying for a chance at a reading. Some viewers were there for entertainment, but many genuinely believed in Odalys's abilities, having become fans after her stint on a popular reality show. Her followers ranged from young adults to middle-aged and elderly viewers.

With a soft "beep," the system randomly selected the first viewer. The screen revealed a disheveled woman with empty, almost lifeless eyes, staring nervously into the camera.

"Hello, did I get selected?" the woman asked in a hoarse voice, sounding strained. She seemed to be crouching; the background showed a dilapidated home with cracked walls and a leaky structure. Her clothes were worn and shabby.

"Yes, it's you," Odalys said.

Upon hearing this, the woman dropped to her knees before the camera. Tears streamed down her face as she choked out her words.

"Ms. Stone, please save my son," the woman pleaded, her voice choked with sobs.

Odalys watched the woman sobbing, set her bowl aside, and looked into the camera. "What happened?" she asked calmly.

"My son has been sick for ten years," the woman said. "It started with a fever, and the doctors said it damaged his brain. Later, they diagnosed him with cerebral palsy. We've spent all our money on treatments and seen countless doctors, but nothing has worked. Last night, he started acting strangely, mumbling nonsense and staring out the window, laughing. Then, in the middle of the night, he ran outside. I asked someone for help, and they told me my son doesn't have long to live. Please, I beg you, see if there's any way to save him. My neighbor told me about you. He said you helped his grandchild when something was stuck in her head, and no one else could figure it out. You saved that child. Please, save mine too."

Odalys's expression darkened as she saw the woman's despair. She spoke patiently, though her voice was firm. "Bring the child here so I can take a look."

[That's right, hurry up and show the child so she can check.] [I remember that story about the kid with the needle in her head! Saw it live!] [That happened in my neighborhood! I saw Odalys save that kid in person. She's amazing!]

The chat exploded with excitement, flooding with praise and anticipation.

"Okay, okay," the woman stammered, scrambling to bring her child into view. She adjusted the camera, revealing a frail boy. He had a skeletal frame, hollow eyes, cracked lips, and a pale face.

Odalys stared at the boy, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

"This is my son," the woman said, her voice cracking.

Odalys's hand curled into a fist. Her gaze was sharp and unyielding as she fixed it on the child.

"Does your husband have an older brother?" Odalys asked suddenly.

The woman blinked in surprise, nodding. "Yes, my husband does have an older brother."

"Has he been giving your family financial support?" Odalys continued.

The woman looked stunned but nodded again. "Yes, my brother-in-law is a kind man. We're poor, and if it weren't for him helping us out, my child and I would have starved."

When Odalys heard this, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

"Did your son start falling ill around the time your brother-in-law's son was born? And has your child's condition worsened every time your brother-in-law gives you money? Last night, before your son's condition worsened, did your brother-in-law visit you?"

The woman's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She was too shocked to respond.

[Holy crap! I have chills!] The fans were shocked.

Fans familiar with Odalys knew she would only ask this because she suspected the brother-in-law was involved and connected to the child's illness.

The woman nodded hesitantly. "Yes, he did visit last night. He brought some candied apples, mushroom soup, and some eggs."

Odalys let out a cold laugh. "You've been accepting his curse and still feel grateful toward him. His son was born deathly ill and would have died, so he offered you a 'gift' in exchange for your son's life. You accepted the gift meant to save his son. While your son narrowly escaped death, he is severely ill."

Odalys didn't beat around the bush.

"How could this happen! My brother-in-law has always been very nice," the woman murmured, obviously unwilling to believe it.

"Since your son became ill, your family's finances have suffered, while he's thrived, even going into business," Odalys continued. "But it seems the wealthier he becomes, the poorer your family gets. And the healthier and more successful his son is, the sicker your son becomes!"

The woman stared at the camera, speechless, her face pale as realization dawned.

Odalys added, "He's rich, yet he only gave you those food items. Why would he give those things at night? They were probably used for dark…"

(The passage cuts off here. The final sentence is incomplete.)