The Fortune-Telling Heiress

The viewers were all comforting BeefyBite.

She said with a bitter smile, "I really don't have depression, and I'm not crazy! I can feel it inside; I genuinely feel happy. I live a very happy life. My parents treat me exceptionally well, and my husband is very good to me. How could I possibly be depressed?" She kept defending herself, but the more she insisted, the more the viewers felt she was in denial about her depression. It was the kind where the depressed person refused to accept reality.novelbin

"Ms. Locke, do you think I have depression too?" BeefyBite looked at Madison, seeking an answer from her.

Madison replied, "No."

BeefyBite was shocked.

In recent days, her family and friends had all said she was depressed, urging her to take medication and consider hospitalization. Even the viewers in the livestream were suggesting the same. But Madison was the first to say she wasn't depressed.

Her face immediately brightened up with a smile. "I feel the same way! Ms. Locke, do you know what's really going on with me?"

Madison answered, "A ghost is haunting you."

Everyone was shocked!

"What! How did it turn so suddenly? Are we about to dive into a horror story?"

"Wait! Wasn't it depression? How did it turn into being haunted by a ghost?"

"Even though Ms. Locke hasn't said anything yet, I'm already starting to feel scared!"

"Ms. Locke, please don't frighten us!"

"Aren't we supposed to be worried about BeefyBite instead?"

BeefyBite was genuinely scared. Her face lost all color, and her hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

"Ms. Locke, you're not joking with me, are you? Is this for real?"

Madison nodded. "That thing is in your bedroom. Go take a look." BeefyBite shook her head vigorously. "I don't want to! I'm too scared!" She almost shook her head off.

"This thing is already entangled with you, and only you can dispel it." BeefyBite pleaded, "Ms. Locke, can't you help me? I'd pay anything."

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BeefyBite fell silent. There was something more to Madison's words.

"What do you mean by that?"

Madison said, "You'll find out when you go in. Don't worry, no one can harm you with me here."

At this moment, many comments urging against it flooded the livestream.

"How can you let an ordinary person face an evil spirit alone? Are you even a cultivator?"

"If something happens to her, you'll be burdened with karma! Stop her!"

"She can't go in! She can't go in! That's a vengeful spirit!"

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Madison glanced at these comments, then raised her gaze to BeefyBite. "Go in. Don't be afraid." BeefyBite swallowed hard, holding her phone as she walked to the bedroom door.

The bedroom, usually enticing to her, now felt daunting. It made her hesitate to step any closer.