How could someone like this turn out to be a yandere, with split personality and psychopathic tendencies, like a flower whose core has long since rotted away? How could that not make one despair?

　　Chad Foster and Henry Carter had already started arguing.

　　“I just went out to gather some herbs, and something happened to sister right away. What kind of person are you? I told you over and over to stay with her, not to leave her alone, you…”

　　“Ah Sheng…” Yvonne Foster’s weak voice sounded. She was lying on the bed in the west wing, stretching out her slender arm to grab Chad Foster’s sleeve.

　　Just moments ago, Chad Foster’s face was full of hostility, but now his expression changed instantly as he looked at Yvonne Foster gently. “Sister, does it hurt?”

　　His eyes widened, long lashes distinct and curving with a resilient arc. The dark pupils reflected Yvonne Foster’s face, with such an innocent look, as if he were the one injured, not Yvonne Foster.

　　Olivia Sullivan got goosebumps all over from this sudden change.

　　Chad Foster’s skin was pale, like translucent white jade, making the blood streaks on his face stand out all the more, shocking to behold.

　　Yvonne Foster looked at her brother’s face. Even someone as cold as her was forced to show a faint smile: “I’m fine.”

　　“But I’m hurting…” Chad Foster held onto her hand, pressing it to his face, actually starting to act spoiled.

　　Chad Foster had a delicate face.

　　After all, they weren’t related by blood. Though both siblings were stunning, their beauty was of different kinds. Yvonne Foster’s beauty brought to mind the pure white snow atop a mountain peak—cold, distant, proud, and lofty.

　　Chad Foster, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was like a poisonous flower, his eyes full of emotion, with a kind of decadent allure that hovered between boy and girl, able to tempt people into ruin.

　　Yvonne Foster coughed twice, ignoring the spoiled act before her, and coolly pulled her hand back: “If you’re in pain, go back and put on some medicine. You still have the strength to shout and make a fuss here?”

　　Kind and pure Yvonne Foster thought her usually well-behaved brother was just lashing out at Henry Carter in a moment of anger, thinking he was being rude.

　　Chad Foster was stunned for a moment, then glanced lightly at Henry Carter, a flash of threat in his eyes quickly replaced by a look of grievance. His long lashes drooped, like a cluster of listless fans.

　　“Sister, I didn’t mean to lose my temper… If I hadn’t rushed back today, you would have been in real danger! I already told him not to leave you alone, can’t he wait even a moment?”

　　Henry Carter stood to the side, gazing at Yvonne Foster with heartache, his eyes full of suppressed guilt.

　　“All right.” Yvonne Foster rubbed her temples, patiently saying, “I was the one who asked Fuyi to go. I’m really fine, not a child anymore, I don’t need someone watching over me. Fuyi just wanted to catch the demon quickly.”

　　“Is catching demons more important than your sister’s life?” Chad Foster was furious, suddenly raising his voice. “He left you alone in the room, and you don’t blame him at all?”

　　He glanced at Henry Carter’s wedding robe, which he hadn’t had time to take off, and said bitterly, “He ran off to marry another woman!”

　　“Chad Foster!” Yvonne Foster finally lost her temper. “I already said Fuyi told me about it, and the wedding was just an act. Why can’t you let it go?” She took a breath. “How did our parents teach you? In a family that exorcises demons and upholds justice, how could there be someone so cowardly?”

　　Chad Foster was so angry his heart was burning, and he stepped back two paces, gritting his teeth.

　　Henry Carter couldn’t help but rush to the bedside and pull Yvonne Foster into his arms, closing his eyes. “Yao’er, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault…”

　　Yvonne Foster’s anger instantly melted into tenderness. She cupped Fuyi’s face. “Don’t blame yourself, Fuyi. You did the right thing for the bigger picture. Ah Sheng was just too anxious…”

　　The two pressed their foreheads together, whispering their feelings to each other, their voices growing softer and softer until they became murmurs.

　　Olivia Sullivan sneaked a glance at Chad Foster, who stood stiffly to the side, fists clenched, gloating inwardly: If anger could turn into fire, Chad Foster could definitely burn down the whole room right now.

　　The next second, her smile vanished. A salty, bitter liquid flowed into her mouth. She wiped her face and found it was covered in tears.

　　What was going on? She was crying uncontrollably!

　　Olivia desperately tried to recall the original plot: Ethan Sullivan, who had chased Fuyi to the west wing, saw the main couple showing their love, realized her dream of marrying her beloved was shattered, and immediately couldn’t stand, sliding down to sit against the wall, silently crying in the corner.

　　Ethan Sullivan’s look of disappointment was caught by Chad Foster, who was standing to the side.

　　A black lotus is always keenly perceptive of human nature. He instantly saw through Ethan Sullivan’s girlish crush and immediately became suspicious of her.

　　In other words…

　　The youth in pale yellow turned around and walked step by step toward her in the corner. His eyes were jet black and moist, like a calm, rippleless lake.

　　His gaze fell on Olivia’s tear-streaked face, giving her a quick once-over. His brow pressed down slightly, and a fleeting hint of cold killing intent flashed by.

　　Then, with a half-smile, he looked up: “Miss Ling, you’ve just escaped danger so luckily—what are you crying for?”

Chapter 5: Substitute Bride (Five)

　　“Miss Ling, what are you crying for?”

　　Olivia let out a “pfft” of laughter, but her eyes, like broken faucets, kept streaming tears under the system’s influence. She tried hard to force a huge smile, crying and laughing at the same time, her face covered in tears as she looked at him.