Yvonne Foster woke from her coma to find a heavy demonic aura beside her. Forcing her weakened body, she fought with Water Mirror, her strength waning with each moment. At the brink of life and death, Chad Foster, who had gone out to gather herbs, finally returned...

Thinking of the black lotus, Olivia shivered inside.

That was the original body’s—Ethan Sullivan’s—second husband, and also the black nightmare of her life.

“My heart is in turmoil, I’m really scared that Yvonne Foster is in danger. Can we go now?” Olivia was on the verge of tears.

She had only two tasks in this world. One was to seduce Chad Foster, the other was to secretly harm the female lead and break up the couple.

For the sake of her character, the system strictly forbade her from admitting to anything she’d done. She could only do two things: make amends, or shift the blame.

Henry Carter found the county governor’s daughter’s mood swings and sudden willfulness rather odd, but he was always gentle and tolerant, so he only advised, “It’s late. Go back and sleep. I’ll go check on Yvonne.”

“You have to go right now.” Olivia pressed on relentlessly.

Henry smiled helplessly. “I’ll first check if the demon-suppressing tower has captured Water Mirror.”

This man just wouldn’t listen! Olivia roared inwardly.

“Then have Chad Foster hurry back. Yvonne Foster is a girl, she’s injured—you can’t leave her alone!”

Henry Carter was momentarily stunned, then actually smiled and patted her head. “Alright.”

This seemingly affectionate gesture almost made Olivia Sullivan fume with anger. The original body was already sixteen this year, yet he was so self-assured, treating her earnest warnings as childish talk.

Seeing Olivia glaring at him, Henry Carter had no choice but to tear off a piece of communication talisman under her gaze. “Chad, where are you? I’m off to deal with the great demon. Hurry back and watch over Yvonne.”

With that, he placed the talisman in Olivia’s palm, looking innocent and helpless, as if to say: Is this enough now?

No, it wasn’t. Olivia lamented. Judging by the time wasted, even if Chad Foster rushed back, Yvonne Foster would still have to face Water Mirror alone.

“It’s late, Miss Sullivan, you’ve had a long day. Let me walk you back to rest,” Henry suggested gently. After today’s ordeal, Olivia felt that Henry’s attitude toward her had changed.

She wrapped her clothes tighter. “Let’s go check first—

Check…”

Suddenly, her palm grew hot. The communication talisman burned rapidly, a streak of blue-violet flame instantly turning the yellow talisman paper to black ash.

Henry’s expression changed instantly. The next moment, both of them heard a roar in the distance that seemed to shatter the sky.

The roar lingered at the horizon, churning the rolling dark clouds.

Immediately after came the sounds of fierce battle. In the distance, Water Mirror let out a massive, dying screech, accompanied by a woman’s sharp shout.

This “distance” was very telling—the sound came from only one direction: the west wing.

Olivia Sullivan’s teeth chattered, and she squeezed out a trembling sentence through clenched teeth: “Mu…Yvonne Foster—”

Without another word, Henry Carter turned and flew off.

Olivia Sullivan lifted her skirt and followed, but the original body was simply too frail. After only a few steps, her lungs felt stuffed with cotton, and her breath carried a faint taste of rust. The skirt of the ill-fitting wedding dress was too long, tangling annoyingly around her feet. Carelessly, Olivia tripped over it and fell with a splash into a puddle.

Olivia Sullivan felt utterly miserable. Forcing herself to ignore the filthy feeling of mud and water, she quickly scrambled up, dragging her mud-soaked skirt straight toward the west wing.

According to the plot, Ethan Sullivan, who had been eagerly looking forward to marrying Henry Carter, saw Henry abandon her to rush to Yvonne Foster. In an instant, she fell from heaven to hell, chasing after him in a daze to the west wing, only to witness the male lead holding and comforting the female lead, her heart overflowing with painful jealousy.

Any scene where Ethan Sullivan appeared, she could not be absent.

In the pitch-black night, the area around the west wing was as bright as day. From afar, one could see a giant tower suspended in the air, casting beams of dazzling light below.

Golden light spilled from every window of the tower. The once delicate little wooden tower had transformed into a massive structure resembling a flying machine, awe-inspiring to behold.

Henry Carter’s figure flashed and entered the courtyard.

Olivia immediately followed. The west wing was illuminated down to the smallest detail, the roof already broken, shattered tiles raining down like a storm.

From a distance, she saw Water Mirror’s fragments, transformed into water dragons, surging like a tide, twisting and coiling in the air. Amidst the flickering light, a slender figure could be faintly seen.

That figure was Yvonne Foster. Judging by her appearance, she was clearly struggling, swaying unsteadily, her injuries obviously hindering her at every turn.

If this dragged on, Yvonne Foster would be in grave danger.

Henry Carter stood his ground, forcing himself to stay calm as he drew a talisman. In an instant, the Ninefold Demon-Capturing Tower spun and descended, its flame-like light scorching Water Mirror, the screeches in the air growing ever more piercing.

Yvonne Foster, exhausted, clutched her arm. As Water Mirror lashed its tail desperately, she was about to take another heavy blow.

At that moment, a figure in pale yellow flew through the air, sweeping in like a whirlwind.

That person’s wrist flicked rapidly, movements dazzling to the eye. Suddenly, several bursts of fireworks exploded among Water Mirror’s fragments, crackling loudly. The affected pieces of Water Mirror shattered instantly, trailing smoky tails like meteors as they plummeted from the sky.