NOVPUBChapter 1088: 502 Wind Evil_2 Chapter 1088: 502 Wind Evil_2 Kelly Martinez quietly approached Aubree Groove, lowered her voice and asked, “What have you found?”
As she spoke, her gaze never left the child’s face.
The child also noticed her, and suddenly giggled, extending his arms towards her.
Kelly Martinez paused, her expression complex as if she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.
Aubree brought the child to her and said gently, “Hold him.”
Trembling, Kelly Martinez extended her arms and took the child.
It was clear from her awkward movement that she had no experience holding children, yet surprisingly, the child didn’t cry, instead playing with Kelly’s hair, laughing with a clear, bell-like sound.
Esther glanced at this scene, her eyebrows subconsciously knitted, giving Kelly an extra look.
Aubree moved in front of Esther, blocking Kelly from her view, and said softly, “Madam.”
Esther regained her composure and opened the door to a room on the west side: “This is the place.”
The room wasn’t large, but it was clean and organized, with a basket by the door filled with many trendy toys, and a half-constructed building block castle.
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“I’m usually busy making cheongsams, and go to bed late, so the child usually sleeps with Aunt Wood.”
Aunt Wood is the woman who serves as Alexander’s nanny.
Aubree glanced around, her eyes falling on a wind chime hanging from the bedpost.
It was made of bronze and featured delicate engraving and small diamonds – an exquisite and luxurious item.
A breeze came in from the window, causing the wind chime to tinkle, producing a delightfully musical sound.
Suddenly, the peaceful child in Kelly’s arms began to cry without warning, prompting her to hurriedly try to comfort him.
“Don’t cry, be good, stop crying…” she implored.
But the child showed no signs of stopping.
Esther took the child from Kelly’s arms and began to soothe him by gently patting his back, but to no avail.
Tears welled up in Esther’s eyes, “What do we do now?”
It’s normal for a child of this age to cry occasionally, but for no obvious reason and to such a degree, it felt wrong.
With an empty feeling in her arms, Kelly worriedly watched the child in Esther’s arms, anxious to know what was wrong: “Aubree, what’s abnormal about the child?”
Aubree went to the bed and reached for the wind chime.
“Who bought this?” she asked.
Esther instinctively replied, “It was a gift from my sister-in-law for the child’s grabbing ceremony.
When we did the ceremony, Alexander only reached for the wind chimes, so I thought he liked it and hung it by his bed.”
Esther immediately furrowed her brows: “Is there something wrong with this wind chime?”
As Aubree played with the wind chime, she noticed a faint green color hidden in its ornate engravings, hard to spot beneath the glistening diamonds.
“As noted in the Compendium of Materia Medica, copper green is a minor poison that affects the liver.
When the liver is deficient in energy, fear arises, and when it’s excess, anger follows.
The pure nature of a child makes them susceptible to ill winds.”
Of course, this was only a surface explanation.
Kelly was even more anxious than Esther: “What should we do?”
Aubree took off her Buddhist beads from her wrist and put them on the child.
Amazingly, the child grabbed the beads and stopped crying.
Esther’s gaze at Aubree changed.
She had never believed in such mystical things, but the actions of this young lady made her reconsider.
Aunt Wood, witnessing the scene, said: “I knew it, Alexander’s been hexed.”
Only, the hex was man-made.
“If…
if this continues for a long time, what will happen to the child?” Esther asked.
Aubree gently touched Alexander’s head, speaking softly: “He will deteriorate and eventually perish.”
As Aubree’s words fell, a chill ran down the spines of all three present.
“But there’s no need to worry, the child’s essence is pure yang.
A slight sway in energy can be rectified quickly.”
She picked up the wind chime, “I will take this with me.”
Esther looked at the wind chime in Aubree’s hand and then at her son in her arms, she hesitated before asking: “Are you sure the child’s problems are related to this?”
“To believe is to see.”
Esther immediately knelt, “Thank you, Miss, for saving my child’s life.
Your kindness will never be forgotten.”
Aubree immediately helped her up, “Please, rise.”
Esther rose to her feet, staring at the wind chime.
Her mild eyes gradually hardened.
She handed the child to Aubree.
“I’d like to address you as sister.
This child has a bond with you.
Why not let him consider you his godmother?
He will respect and honor you his whole life.”
