Chapter 201 Deliverance for Samantha
Chapter 201 Deliverance for Samantha
Ava couldn't hold on any longer. The fear in her heart completely crushed her rationality. Her vision went dark, her head tilted to the side, and she fainted right there on the bed, completely unconscious.
Outside the window, the "ghost" confirmed she had passed out, then silently left.
The next morning, Ava still hadn't come downstairs.
A servant went to knock on the guest room door. After getting no response for a long time, she pushed the door open and found Ava lying unconscious on the bed, her face deathly pale.
The servant immediately notified Sylvia.
Sylvia was extremely worried and quickly had someone call the family doctor.
After examining her, the doctor only said it was fainting caused by excessive mental strain and fright—there was nothing physically wrong with her.
He prescribed some calming medication and instructed that she needed proper rest and couldn't be subjected to any more stress.
Sylvia assumed she had suffered too much hardship while away and had been frightened by all the recent turmoil. She felt even more sorry for her and told the servants to take good care of her, allowing no one to disturb her rest.
After Ava woke up, her mental state got even worse.
"Samantha, Mom is so sorry. But back then, Mom was blinded by hatred and jealousy. You're doing fine over there now, and Mom will send you money regularly..."
"Please, don't scare Mom anymore, okay?"
Ever since that night's fright, the fear had completely taken root in her heart. She became paranoid all day long, constantly feeling like Samantha's ghost was following her around, feeling eyes watching her wherever she went.
Talking to herself became normal.
She didn't dare sleep at night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Samantha's hateful face.
Nightmares plagued her constantly. She would often wake up in the middle of the night drenched in cold sweat, bowing and kowtowing to the empty air.
A few days later, Olivia secretly installed low-frequency wave devices throughout the house.
These waves operated at extremely low frequencies—ordinary people couldn't sense anything unusual and wouldn't feel any discomfort.
But for someone like Ava, whose nerves were already frayed, who was haunted by inner demons, and who lived in constant fear, the impact was extremely powerful.
The waves spread silently throughout the entire villa.
Sitting in her room, Ava felt increasingly restless, her head heavy and tight.
Even just sitting quietly, she would inexplicably feel panicked, cold, and get chills down her spine.
During the day she couldn't sit still, and at night her nightmares became even more terrifying.
Her dreams were filled with scenes of Samantha coming to claim her life.
Trapped in this mental torture day after day, she rapidly lost weight, her eyes ringed with dark circles, her expression listless—she was completely on the edge of breakdown.
She couldn't take it anymore. She was practically being driven insane.
She had no choice but to find a spiritual master to perform rituals and resolve the resentment, so she could escape these torturous days and nights.
Ava didn't dare delay any longer and secretly asked around for reputable spiritual mediums in the area.
Soon, someone recommended a master with an excellent reputation.
Supposedly this person was quite capable—several haunted houses had returned to peace after his rituals.
Ava grabbed onto this like a lifeline and immediately contacted him privately.
Soon after, she changed into a low-key black dress, pulled her hat brim down low, avoided the servants' sight at the villa, and drove alone toward the suburbs.
The master lived in seclusion in an old standalone wooden house in the suburbs.
This area was far from the city's bustle, surrounded by dense oak forests, with few residents—the atmosphere was gloomy and quiet.
The car stopped by the gravel path outside the wooden house. After getting out, Ava looked around to confirm no one was there, then quickly walked up the wooden steps and gently knocked on the weathered wooden door.
The door opened quickly. Inside stood a woman in a black robe with messy gray-white hair falling over her shoulders.
The woman's face was deeply lined, her eyes cloudy yet revealing an eerie shrewdness. A faint, strange smell of herbs and incense mixed around her.
The woman looked Ava up and down, speaking directly, raising an eyebrow:
"You—you're wrapped in resentment, plagued by nightmares, hiding tremendous guilt and sin in your heart. You're here seeking resolution?"
Ava's heart jumped. Her anxious heart finally felt somewhat settled.
Before she could say a word, the other party had seen right through her situation.
It seemed this master really had skills.
She quickly bent forward in a bow, her voice carrying barely concealed panic and pleading:
"Master, you're absolutely right. I'm tormented by nightmares every night, and there's always a vengeful spirit circling me that won't leave. If this continues, I'll eventually be driven insane."
The witch stepped aside to let her in.
The interior was simply furnished. In the center sat an old wooden table covered with dark velvet cloth, with an antique tarot deck neatly arranged on top.
A dim black candle burned beside it, its flame flickering unsteadily.
"Sit." The witch pointed to the chair in front of the table, then sat down herself, her gaze heavily locked on Ava. "Karma cycles in this world. Plant a cause, bear the consequence. There's no entanglement without reason, no nightmares from nowhere."
Ava obediently sat down, her face full of fear:
"I know it's my fault. I wronged someone close to me. I only ask that you perform rituals to resolve her resentment and let me live in peace. As long as you're willing to help, I won't be stingy with payment."
Hearing this, the witch's lips curved into a subtle arc, though her face maintained its mysterious expression:
"I can perform the ritual, but I never break my rules. First, a deposit of five hundred thousand dollars. After it's done, another million. If you're insincere, this small amount won't be enough to suppress such overwhelming resentment."
One and a half million dollars was undoubtedly an astronomical sum for Ava, who now had nothing to her name.
But thinking about the nightmares tormenting her day and night, thinking about Samantha's hateful eyes, thinking about how she'd eventually lose her mind if this continued—she didn't dare hesitate.
"I agree. I'll pay you every cent." Ava gritted her teeth and agreed. "But I don't have that much cash on hand right now. I'll arrange to get it immediately and transfer the money to your account today."
The witch nodded slightly and pushed the tarot cards on the table toward Ava:
"First, draw a card. Let the cards reveal your karmic tribulation, so I can prescribe the right remedy and give you a way out."
Without any hesitation, Ava's trembling fingers drew one card from the deck and slowly turned it over.
The card showed broken bonds—on one side was the silhouette of a woman walking alone, on the other side was a child's outline dissolving into darkness. The background was dark, conveying endless separation and resentment.