Chapter 1670 Her Resentment
"Hello to you, too, my alcoholic dad," Vanessa continued.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Steve staggered back as his eyes widened in horror. A sudden gust of wind swept through the room, knocking the plants off the windowsill.
Standing beside the window, Steve stammered fearfully, "D-Don't come near me! It's all your mom's idea, Vanny! You know I never have a say in this family. And Krishen... Krishen said we'd get clout from the live stream! I didn't do a thing!"
Vanessa's voice sounded muffled, as if she were underwater. "Indeed, you've done nothing. You're supposed to be the head of the family, but you're just a sore loser. Instead of working to provide for us, you wasted your time gambling and drinking. You don't deserve to be a father."
While Steve agreed to her words fearfully, Krishen was too terrified to move.
However, Astrid merely gave a cold snicker as she clutched the phone. "What? So, are you playing some ghostly game now? You refuse to rest in peace and want to drag the whole family down with you, huh? Well, think again! "I birthed and raised you. I have no intention to investigate your death, and I never planned to. So, what are you going to do? We're your biological parents. Even if you complain to the Grim Reaper, he won't care!"
At times, human malice could be far more malevolent than any spirits. But Astrid had a point-the struggle to break family bonds had been a challenge, even in ancient times.
Regardless of whether they were dead or alive, it took immense effort for one to gather the evidence needed to sue their own parents.
No matter the misdeeds or circumstances, severing ties with the parents was nearly impossible. Once an elder reached 65 years of age, the children were legally obligated to provide both financial and emotional support.
In truth, Astrid wasn't exactly ignorant. She understood the rules but poured all her sinister intentions into Vanessa, for her daughter was the only one she could control. In other words, Vanessa was the one person who truly loved her.
"How did I end up with a mother like you?" vanessa muttered. Her voice was laced with resentment.
Astrid snorted. "The gods made that choice. Who else is there to blame? If you're looking for someone to blame, just blame yourself for all the misfortunes. I never wanted a daughter like you, anyway."
The next instant, the ground seemed to split with a resounding crack.
"It's all because of you that I was unfortunate! You don't even deserve to be human! All of you deserve to die!" Vanessa finally materialized and grabbed Astrid's neck.
The spirit talisman whipped up a strong gust of wind, making the windows rattle. While the underworld guards didn't show up, Wynter did.
She had intended to return to the Whitman residence after wrapping up the case, but she sensed something was amiss while reviewing the details.
Most of the cases had clear motives, and those who had profited from the crimes ended up behind bars. After the legal process, even those who escaped the death penalty were sentenced to a lifetime in prison.
But Vanessa's situation was different-she was trapped near the nightclub after her death.
Initially, Wynter assumed that Vanessa lingered due to her resentment. However, she soon realized she had overlooked that someone might be taking advantage of Vanessa's resentment.
Wynter immediately turned the car around, heading to the residential building based on the live stream's coordinates. As dark clouds loomed overhead, she stormed straight into the house and hurled her lucky token on the floor.
Behind her, Whitley followed suit. As a mythical beast, Whitley could sense something stirring beneath the ground
in response to Vanessa's resentment. He swiftly reported his finding to Wynter.
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