Chapter 497: Chapter 497: Toast, Mom’s Flavor

Delilah Woods casually browsed through online comments, but suddenly, her phone seemed to lag for a moment, the page directly crashed, and then the screen went black.

“What’s going on? Is it broken?”

Delilah mumbled, tapping the screen with her fingers and trying to restart the device.

She didn’t notice that while she was fiddling with her phone, the front camera seemed to flicker with a dim glow.

The little ghost child hid behind the web, eagerly watching the girl in the phone’s camera.

This is… its mother.

Its past obsession had dissipated with resentful energy, and the ghost child no longer harbored an attachment towards Delilah, yet it still remembered her scent.

A strange feeling enveloped it, and the ghost child attempted to open its mouth, imitating Scarlett and the others, uttering a sound like a kitten,

“Ma… ma.”

The soft, slightly dry voice echoed in the empty cyberspace.

Delilah, fiddling with the phone, froze, seemingly hearing something.

But before she could listen closely, the oven suddenly emitted a ding, signaling that the bread was done baking.

Unable to continue fiddling, she set the phone aside, stood up, donned the oven mitts, and turned to the oven.

The little ghost child couldn’t see its mother, cautiously poking its head out from the phone.

It saw Delilah with her back turned, opening the oven.

Instantly, the aroma of bread filled the room.

The ghost child’s eyes brightened slightly, watching its mother enveloped in the bread’s scent, and secretly noted down—

Baking bread, mommy’s scent.

It longingly looked at its mother’s back and called out again,

“Ma-ma.”

I am leaving.

It remembered, mommy didn’t want it.

It can’t go looking for mommy anymore.

The ghost child quickly retreated back into the phone, swiftly returning to Scarlett Jennings’ side.

Unawares, when it cried out “mommy,” Delilah, who had been about to pull out the baking sheet, suddenly stiffened.

Forgetting the bread in the oven, she turned sharply, looking around.

But there was nothing in the bakery that could be seen at a glance.

Delilah’s eyes gradually reddened.

Soon, she slowly crouched down on the ground, unable to hold back the flow of tears.

Although she couldn’t see anything.

But she knew the child had returned.

It had just called her “mommy.”

Delilah crouched there, hugging her knees, sobbing uncontrollably,

“I’m sorry… sob sob… mommy is sorry to you… sob sob…”

…

Meanwhile, Scarlett Jennings waited a while without seeing the ghost child return, worried whether it got lost.

Just about to send it another signal, she saw the ghost child slowly poke out from the phone.

Not sure if it was Scarlett’s illusion, it seemed… to have grown a bit?

Plus, compared to its former appearance like a ginseng doll, the ghost child’s features were finally somewhat human-like.

Before Scarlett could ponder further, she saw the ghost child kick its little chubby legs, happily drifting towards her, softly calling her,

“Scar-lett!”

Scarlett Jennings: …

Great, not only has it grown, but it can speak now!

Scarlett Jennings even wondered whether it secretly consumed some internet data, which made it grow all at once.

Although she hadn’t heard of shadow spirits eating such things, but who knows?

The ghost child was already a rather special existence.

Perhaps seeing that Scarlett didn’t respond, the ghost child floated in front of her, uttered the sound again,

“Scar-lett!”

“Heard you.” Scarlett finally responded, her tone gentle, “You can talk now, that’s wonderful.”

Upon hearing this, the ghost child gleefully twirled in the air, then floated in front of Scarlett, eagerly looking at her,

“Re-ward!”

Scarlett glanced at her phone; the ghost child indeed achieved a great deed today, so didn’t hesitate to say,

“What reward do you want?”

Scarlett considered that even if it wanted a golden light to sleep with, she wouldn’t mind giving one.

The ghost child seriously continued,

“Want-bread.”

Baked bread, delightful.

Mommy’s scent.

Scarlett was a bit surprised, evidently not expecting it wanted this kind of reward.

It had previously shown no interest in human food.

Though puzzled, Scarlett readily agreed.

The child wants bread, then give it to her.

Since the ghost child wanted freshly baked bread, Scarlett had to find the housekeeper.

After handling the ghost child’s matter, Scarlett refocused her attention back to her phone.

After filtering through the chat messages Ava Zimmerman sent via the ghost child, she indeed obtained some information about that evil master.

Though only a little, it was quite a harvest.

For instance, the evil master’s surname was Shen.

Also, why he targeted Chase Jennings.

Because besides Ava Zimmerman and Mr. Shen’s information, Scarlett also saw another name, Harry Whitley.

They plan to use some kind of evil technique on Chase Jennings, and it involved Harry Whitley who had just been released.

As for what evil technique it was, the information didn’t say.

But that’s okay, she could investigate on her own.

Scarlett planned this and decisively went downstairs, soon finding Chase Jennings in Luca Jennings’ study.

Chase Jennings seemed to have just been reprimanded by Luca Jennings, his expression not great as he entered, and when he saw Scarlett sitting in the tea area outside, his expression worsened.

Not wanting to deal with her, Chase lifted his foot to pass by.

Scarlett easily stepped in front of him, almond eyes fixed on him for two seconds, then suddenly asked,

“Chase, did you get hurt in front of Ava Zimmerman?”

Chase was stunned, then responded with unnecessary anger, sarcastically asking, “Why are you asking this?”

“Curious.”

Scarlett didn’t mention Ava Zimmerman might have done something to him.

Firstly, she needed to keep Ava to lead to Mr. Shen, and secondly, considering Chase’s current hinted mindset, he likely wouldn’t believe anything she said.

So she didn’t waste her breath.

“Crazy.” Chase didn’t want to bother with her.

But he remembered when he had escorted Ava Zimmerman home, accidentally getting his hand cut by her bag when getting out of the vehicle, and it did bleed.

Chase’s heart sank briefly, suspecting Scarlett wouldn’t casually ask him such trivial questions. Was she onto something again?

This thought had just flashed through, suddenly Ava Zimmerman’s voice seemed to echo in his mind.

[Scarlett Jennings dislikes you; no matter what you do, she finds fault with you. Just as you dislike her, you actually dislike her, why force yourself to get along with her?]

[Just listen to me, you know, I won’t harm you.]

The brief moment of unease Chase felt was instantly overwhelmed by Ava’s voice.

Chase looked at Scarlett again, his eyes clouded with some dislike, repeating again, “Crazy.”

Saying this, he walked past her and turned away.

Scarlett didn’t block him, watching Chase’s back, slightly raising an eyebrow.

Life Transfer Technique.

In a certain sense, she found Chase quite talented.

For instance, he consistently managed to associate with those who aimed to manipulate his body.