Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 193: No innocents

Black magic. It was that damn black magic!

George clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His eyes squeezed shut as though he were trying to block out reality itself.

At that moment, the granddaughter, still standing unnaturally still, turned her gaze toward Lana. Her lips parted, and a soft voice escaped.

"Thank you."

The next instant, her body collapsed onto the sofa with a dull thud.

George cried out in shock and rushed forward, catching her before she slid to the floor.

His shoulders trembled violently as sobs tore out of his chest. "I can’t believe it... I can’t believe she died like this..."

Tears streamed down his face as he looked up at Lana, desperation raw in his eyes.

"Is there a way?" His voice broke. "Can you resurrect her?"

Lana met his gaze, regret flickering briefly through her eyes. She shook her head slowly.

"It’s not possible. She’s been dead for a long time." She paused, her voice gentle but firm. "If you had invited me a month ago... the outcome might have been different."

She wasn’t lying.

Even if she had arrived days earlier, nothing would have changed. The granddaughter had died months ago.

Her soul had remained only because she wanted to protect her grandfather, because she refused to let her body be used to harm her family.

When Lana finished explaining everything, George closed his eyes, his expression carved with regret.

After a long silence, he opened them again. "Why are you certain it was black magic?"

His voice was hoarse. "Why not something else?"

Lana gestured toward the coffee on the table. "Because that coffee contained a substance meant to influence even me."

George frowned deeply and stared at the cup, his voice turning cold. "Then she was here for revenge... for someone she loved."

Lana nodded. "Most likely for you." Her eyes sharpened.

"When she realized you loved your granddaughter the most, she killed her. Then she planned to use your granddaughter’s body to kill you."

George’s fists trembled.

He had faced enemies on battlefields soaked in blood, yet this level of malice made his chest ache.

After a long breath, he straightened. "I’ll handle this from here."

Lana shook her head. "My mission isn’t over." Her voice was calm but resolute. "I was assigned to protect. I won’t leave."

George studied her for several seconds before exhaling heavily. He rose to his feet and walked toward the maid’s quarters.

Inside the room, the maid sat on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. Her gaze was pitch black, filled with a quiet, dangerous madness. Her aura was twisted and wrong, thick with malice.

The moment George stepped closer, the maid smiled faintly. "It’s finally time."

George pushed the door open fully and entered.

The maid suddenly burst into wild laughter, her shoulders shaking. "So you’ve come at last."

George remained calm. "Who are you?" His eyes hardened. "And why did you choose to take revenge on me in such a vicious way?"

The maid stood slowly, her expression eerily serene. "It’s been a long time, Jeffrey."

George’s face changed instantly. Shock flashed through his eyes.

The maid’s smile widened. "How does it feel now?" Hatred burned in her gaze.

"After killing my daughter’s son, did you really think you could walk away untouched?"

George frowned, confusion flooding his expression. "What are you talking about?"

The maid sneered. "Do you really think I’d believe you’re innocent?"

Her voice trembled with rage. "You think I don’t know you had a son with a young actress?"

"I never did," George replied sharply.

The maid laughed hysterically. "Then why did you react when I said Jeffrey?"

George’s voice dropped, heavy with grief. "Because Jeffrey was my twin brother." He clenched his jaw. "He’s been missing for years."

For the first time, the maid fell silent.

Then she laughed again, louder, crazier.

"Impossible. I researched everything. It all pointed to one truth, you changed your name, became Jeffrey, joined the military, and pretended nothing happened."

George shook his head. "I have proof."

Within the hour, the truth was revealed. Evidence was presented. The maid was arrested, her mind unraveling as she muttered repeatedly,

"Impossible... impossible..."

When she was finally taken away, Lana turned back toward George.

She stared at the aura surrounding him for a long while.

Lana smiled faintly and nodded. "My mission is complete."

George looked suddenly older. He returned her nod. "Then... I suppose I won’t see you again."

Lana turned and walked out of the mansion.

Mr. Crow released a tired sigh. "What a ridiculous plot."

He shook his head. "A maid seeking revenge for her son, killed by Jeffrey... only to realize George was never Jeffrey at all." His voice softened. "And yet, George still lost his granddaughter."

It was heartbreak layered upon heartbreak.

As Lana continued walking, her expression remained calm.

Lana spoke calmly, her steps unhurried as the cool night air brushed against her skin. "You shouldn’t sympathize so early."

Mr. Crow slowed and turned to look at her, curiosity flickering in his sharp eyes. "There’s more, isn’t there? Something you’re not telling me."

A faint smirk curved Lana’s lips. "The old man was hiding something even deeper."

Mr. Crow’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What do you mean by that?" His voice sharpened. "Didn’t we already confirm that the maid destroyed an innocent life?"

Lana let out a soft laugh, one that carried no amusement. "There’s no one in that mansion who can truly be called innocent."

Mr. Crow stiffened. "Then what’s the real truth?"

He fluttered closer, his gaze fixed on her. "Why did you act as if the mission was complete when that old man’s life is still in danger?"

"It would be better if he died." Lana sighed before stating in a calm voice, "The maid wasn’t lying. George was Jeffrey. And he was indeed the killer. As for George, he was indeed worried for his granddaughter, because he was worried everyone would know about his ugly side."