Chapter 117

“Lisette, what’s going on?”

Lisette was causing quite a scene at the office, leaving Monty and Horatio baffled.

A crowd had gathered around Lisette, watching her in disbelief.

Usually, Lisette was the epitome of poise and maturity. She was well-liked at the company, and many thought of her as the perfect young lady, unlike the clumsy Calliope. But today, Lisette seemed to have lost her mind.

“I am a frog!” she declared repeatedly, even making ribbit sounds. Not stopping there, she grabbed people’s green jackets, insisting on wearing them.

“What’s up with Lisette?”

“She looks so odd!”

“She was always so normal. Could she be having a breakdown?”

“Yeah, Lisette acting like this is just plain scary!”

The whispers and murmurs filled the room as employees kept their distance, but they were unable to resist the gossip.

“What are you staring at?” Monty shouted at the onlookers. “Don’t you have work to do? Get back to it!”

His outburst scattered the crowd as everyone pretended to be busy at their desks.

“Dad, Horatio, I’m a frog, ribbit! Hey, I’m a giant frog! We’re a family of frogs!”

Lisette’s antics were both worrying and comical as she flopped onto the floor, hopping around in her dress.

Some sneaky employees were already capturing the moment on their phones.

“Get her out of here!” Monty exclaimed as he and Horatio quickly grabbed Lisette and whisked her off to the chairman’s office.

Once inside, they settled Lisette onto the couch, and Monty let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Standing nearby, Horatio was about to speak when he suddenly felt his knees buckle, dropping him to the floor. “Horatio, what’s wrong?”

Monty, wiping sweat from his brow, was alarmed at the sight of Horatio’s unexpected collapse. His immediate fear was that Horatio’s old leg injury had returned, condemning him back to a wheelchair.

“I’m fine,” Horatio replied, bewildered. It felt as though his legs had momentarily lost all strength – just like when he used to be paralyzed. But the sensation vanished as quickly as it came, leaving him puzzled.

He recalled something Calliope once mentioned.

Could his legs be at risk again?

The mere thought of returning to those dark days was unbearable for him.

Just as Horatio contemplated whether to consult Calliope about her cryptic warning, Lisette sprang up from the couch again.

“Oh, my goodness!” Monty clutched his chest, his frustration mounting.

“Lisette!”

Horatio rushed over, steadying Lisette. He felt her forehead and frowned. “No fever! Lisette, what on earth is wrong with you? Are you possessed or something?”

“Maybe she is possessed!” Monty exclaimed, tapping his knee. “Who else would think they’re a frog? It has to be something supernatural!”

“Horatio, take Lisette home. I’ll call your mom and have her get someone who can help.”

“Okay.”

Monty immediately dialed Zelda.

Upon receiving the call, Zelda quickly made the necessary arrangements.

By the time Horatio got home, the master Zelda had contacted was already there, ready to assess the situation.

Chapter 118