Chapter 4
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The ghost baby was bright red all over, its skin wrinkled.
It lay on Isabelle's stomach, grinning at her while making a giggling sound from its mouth.
Isabelle was so frightened that for an instant, she even forgot to breathe.
The ghost baby slowly wriggled across her stomach, as if searching for something.
But after searching for a long time and finding nothing, it suddenly opened its mouth and used teeth as sharp as steel needles to pierce her stomach.
The intense pain made Isabelle fully wake up at once.
Looking at the ghost baby's movements, Isabelle suddenly understood.
It wanted to crawl into her stomach!
"Get away!"
She kicked the ghost baby off the bed, covered the wound that kept bleeding, and tried to run.
But as soon as she got out of bed, she twisted her ankle and fell hard to the floor.
The laughter behind her turned into a sharp cry.
A terrifying chill instantly surrounded her.
Isabelle shrank beside the bed, blocking herself with her arms, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Don't come any closer!"
Just then, an icy voice rang out.
"Do you want to die?"
Isabelle trembled as she looked up.
She saw that the ghost baby seemed to have been seized by the neck by an invisible force.
It struggled desperately, and its head, as large as a balloon, became hideously twisted.
The next second, the ghost baby was thrown to the floor in disgust.
It was already on its last breath, yet it still desperately crawled toward the table.
Isabelle looked in the direction it was crawling.
On the table was the carved wooden doll Emily had given her!
Isabelle immediately ran over, picked up the table lamp, and smashed the doll to pieces.
In the next instant, the ghost baby disappeared completely.
Isabelle's hands trembled, and she collapsed to the floor.
The icy presence slowly drew closer.
The invisible man picked her up in his arms and walked toward the bed.
Remembering how the bed had been covered in blood just now, Isabelle immediately gripped his arm tightly and shook her head desperately.
"I don't want to go back to the bed!"
His steps paused for a moment.
In the end, he carried her to the sofa.
Isabelle had not yet recovered from the fright. Her face was frighteningly pale, and her hand still clutched him tightly.
Soon, a cold, damp sensation slid across her wound.
Isabelle couldn't help trembling.
He was licking her wound.
Strangely, the pain really did slowly disappear.
Isabelle's taut nerves finally relaxed little by little.
"Go to sleep."
He said those two words with unexpected gentleness.
For a moment, Isabelle was dazed.
His voice seemed to overlap with the voice of the person in her memories.
But before she had time to think carefully, exhaustion overtook her, and she fell into a deep sleep.
The room sank back into darkness.
Isabelle, already asleep, did not know that the man holding her slowly let go.
He walked over to the floor and looked at the carved wooden doll that was desperately trying to piece itself back together.
With one reach of his hand, he pulled the ghost baby hidden inside it out.
The big-headed ghost baby trembled nonstop in his hand.
Its instinct to survive made it want only to escape now.
But the man curved his lips slightly.
This room was his territory.
Without his permission, how could a filthy thing like this possibly get in?
Still, he really did have to "thank" that stupid woman.
If not for her, Isabelle would not have relied on him like this for the first time.
His hand tightened slightly.
The next second, the ghost baby disappeared completely.
It vanished without a trace, as if it had never come into this world at all.
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In her deep sleep, Isabelle rarely dreamed of herself as a child.
Actually, Isabelle's life had not always been that bad.
Back then, she had enough to eat and clothes warm enough to wear.
During New Year, her parents would even take her to the market and buy her a stick of candied hawthorn.
But later, Henry was born.
From then on, everything changed.
Her mother said to her, "April, when you grow up, you have to be good to your younger brother too. He's the future support of our family, understand?"
Her father also said to her, "You're the older sister, so you should give in to your younger brother a little, and you should help him more."
Only later did she learn that all the love that had once seemed so beautiful was fake.
And precisely because she had once believed it was real, when the truth was torn open, it hurt even more deeply.
Her family was like that.
Elijah was like that too.
Those classmates were like that too.
It seemed as though everyone was like that.
Half asleep and half awake, Isabelle seemed to hear someone calling her name.
"Isabelle."
But she knew that it had to be a voice from her dream.
Because there was only one person who would call her like that.
And that person absolutely couldn't appear in front of her again.
In a daze, Isabelle thought, If she had known things would turn out this way, she should have hardened her heart back then and never agreed to that person.
The next day.
Isabelle was woken by the glaring sunlight.
The sun outside the window was bright, and everything that had happened last night seemed like a nightmare.
She lifted her shirt and lowered her head to look at her wound.
It had actually already healed.
Only a very, very faint scar remained.
Just then, her phone vibrated a few times.
Isabelle picked up her phone and happened to see a news push notification on the homepage.
Her entire body instantly froze.
Title: "Mourning! Popular Actress Emily Suddenly Fell Ill Last Night and Died on the Spot!"
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