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Chapter 415 Acts of Kindness, Embracing the Present

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As the ambulance pulled away, taking Parker to safety. Lilly turned her attention to Madam Fowler. The bad aura

that had plagued her seemed to dissipate under Lilly’s touch as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Parker had to be saved. After all, the God of Battle couldn’t bear the weight of tarnish on his name because of a

mere lackey like Parker. He didn’t deserve it.

Pablo lifted his hand, twirling a strand of aura between his fingertips, sensing its essence. “Look at her swollen

eyelids, on the verge of tears,” he observed. “And this aura carries a faint familiarity. Perhaps the entity that clung

to her before was a crying spirit.”

Those crying spirits were cunning, always slipping away whether it was their encounter or that of Chris.

Once again, they had failed to capture them!

Lilly, ever optimistic, turned the tables to offer comfort. “It’s alright, Master. I believe we’ll catch her next

time!”

Pablo suddenly fell silent.

If even Little Hades spoke of ‘next time,” then surely the next time would guarantee success.

Lilly, in her unwavering enthusiasm, sought to soothe Auntie Fowler once more. “Auntie Fowler, don’t worry. Look, I

have a powerful fertility spell right here. It’s incredibly effective. Would you be interested?”

Blake, Grace, and Pablo remained silent, their minds filled with confusion.

Madam Fowler froze for a moment, but then Lilly’s sincere yet childlike demeanor broke the tension, coaxing a

genuine smile from her. Nodding, she replied. “Sure, how much does it cost?”

Madam Fowler didn’t even bother questioning the effectiveness of the spell. At least Lilly’s presence today provided

some relief for her. She had a feeling that her time was running short, and every moment counted.

So she didn’t inquire about the spell’s efficacy. Even if it cost a billion, she was willing to pay-money was the least of

her concerns.

In the end, she would set aside some money for herself just enough to cover her meals and donate the rest. It

would save the Ferguson family from their constant scheming. It was about time she took matters. into her own

hands.

A sense of relief washed over Madam Fowler.

When Lilly held up a finger, Madam Fowler chuckled,A billion, huh? Alright then!”

“Come on, give Auntie the account details.”

This time it was Lilly who was taken aback.

Wait, she said ten thousand, not a billion!

Although a billion was an unimaginable sum of money truly, an astronomical amount!

However, Lilly knew she couldn’t ask for that much.

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She mustered up the courage and said, “Auntie Fowler my dad told us not to be bad people. This talisman. only

costs a million… No, just a hundred thousand will do.”

The talisman paper was purchased by Anthony, and Lilly had drawn the spell on it. Anthony assured her that the

production cost was minimal, so she shouldn’t worry.

A production cost of fifty cents, and selling it for a hundred thousand would already be pushing the limits.

of her conscience!

It had to be said that when it came to money, Lilly had clear understanding…

Madam Fowler didn’t say anything. After obtaining Lilly’s account details, she transferred a billion and advised Lilly

to expect the payment within the next couple of days.

Lilly hugged her toy phone with glee.

She had made money-exactly one hundred thousand!

Now she could afford to replace five door locks if needed. She could afford it!

“Oh, by the way, Auntie Fowler, wait a moment! I have an incredibly potent remedy…” Lilly noticed Blake giving her

a glance, so she quickly changed her words. “It’s a remedy passed down from my grandmother. It’s incredibly

powerful! It can cure any ailment!”

“You see, my grandmother can even do aerobics now. write it down for you right away,” Lilly exclaimed.

Madam Fowler now knew Lilly’s true identity and was aware that Old Mrs. Crawford’s legs had indeed. healed.

“Really?” Overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, she exclaimed, “Thank you!”

So, does that mean she still has a chance to conceive a child with her husband?

Madam Fowler covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face silently.

Pablo floated nearby, arms crossed, deep in contemplation.

Unfortunately, in this world, one cannot offset their misdeeds with good deeds.

The consequences of their actions would always find a way to catch up with them in a different form.

She had approached Chris and requested to swap lives with another person.

Several lives had been lost due to the experiments involving life swapping… No matter what, she couldn’t escape

the connection.

“In this world… good deeds and bad deeds cannot be balanced out,” Pablo murmured softly.

Balancing the scales of good and bad deeds was merely a human concept,

But once evil was committed, it remained as such, varying only in its degree. In the Palace of the Ruler of Heil, each

had its own judgement.

However, performing acts of kindness, doing good in the present, held its own truth. A life without wrongdoings

would at least ensure a peaceful and smooth journey, and the accumulation of good deeds

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would never be in vain.

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It all depended on whether the consequences of those deeds fell upon oneself or future generations.

“We’re leaving. The purpose of their visit to Fowler family was to assess the character of Madam Fowler. With their

mission accomplished, Blake showed no intention of lingering and swiftly led Lilly away.

A year later, Madam Fowler’s health had indeed improved to some extent. Two years later, she finally fulfilled her

wish and gave birth to a son.

However, she couldn’t hold on for long. She passed away when her child was only three years old.

For the sake of her child, she made the difficult decision to sell the villa filled with memories. She moved to a place

unknown to others and found a kind-hearted family without children, begging them to raise her child until

adulthood.

She also remembered Blake’s words: one must not be co naive. So, she gave that family a million dollars, falsely

claiming it was her life savings…

What someone might do in the face of immense wealth, Madam Fowler couldn’t guarantee. Therefore, she made

the decision to keep some secrets hidden.

She donated half of the remaining billions, wishing only for blessings upon her child.

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The other half was deposited into Skyward Bank, to be treated as a testament for her child, but they would only

inherit it once they reached adulthood.

By that time, her child would have grown up, and the decisions they made would be their own.

Madam Fowler felt that her obsessions, her mission, had finally been completed… She could finally go find her

husband, and she had also fulfilled her obligations to her in-laws.

However, the pain of parting with her child, whether in life or death, was a heartache she had to bear

alone.

Of course, these are stories for another time.

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After leaving the Fowler family, Lilly and Blake were on their way back when they suddenly noticed something by

the roadside. There, they saw one dog lying next to another, seemingly at peace, but its eyes

were moist.

The dog on the ground was bleeding from seven wounts, its body clearly lifeless and rigid.

Lilly stood frozen for a moment before urgently pointing to the side of the road. “Daddy, stop the car…”

As they got out of the car, someone else was quicker than them.

A young man with a phone in hand approached the two dogs while speaking, “I was on my way back from grocery

shopping, and guess what I stumbled upon…”

He seemed to realize his words weren’t quite right and immediately paused, retracting his steps.

This time, he held his phone and hurriedly ran towards the dogs, his tone filled with concern. “I was just about to

head home from grocery shopping when I sensed something was wrong over here.”

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He was panting, as if he had run a great distance, finally coming to a stop in front of the dogs. “Oh… my

God… this is… too…”

He seemed unable to continue, and the camera started shaking.

Lilly had already been frozen in place, and the reason she hadn’t approached earlier was that the man had a

malignant spirit hovering above his head….

The dog, seeing that someone had finally arrived, wagged its tail with hope, cautiously pleading with its pitiful eyes

for something…