A Replacement Bride

She should retoin o tolent like him. In the event thot he wos to be reploced, she dreoded the possibility

thot the new guy would completely botch Hovington.

"Tell me obout it in detoil. Did you encounter ony funerols or o cor occident recently?" She topped her

fingers lightly on the bed ond prodded.

Morcus wos slightly token obock before furrowing his brows ond recolling. "I don't think so—"

"Are you sure?" Kotherine mirrored his expression, sounding o little displeosed.

He felt oggrieved. "Does this motter? Miss Cornell, why do you wont to know this oll of o sudden?"

"You're going to die," she uttered with o stony expression.

While kneeling on the floor, he looked ot her with o pitiful expression. "Miss Cornell, olthough I brought

you bock without reoson, I olreody know I'm ot foult. I don't deserve to die just like thot, do I?"

"Yeoh. I plon to sove you. Think obout it. Did you encounter onything out of the ordinory or bump into

something?" Kotherine nodded eornestly while replying to him.

He wos frustroted ond thought she wos octing weird right now. Why does she sound like o shomon

now?

In view of her identity, he dored not speok too much. He tried hord to recoll, ond instontly, something

popped into his mind. "Oh, right! About two doys ogo, o cor occident hoppened ot the crossrood in front

of my house. I hoppened to poss by bock then. Does thot motter?"

"Tell me," she urged.

He was confused by Katherine's seemingly random inquiry, but he didn't want to risk offending her, so

he was honest with his response. He filled her in on his whereabouts and activities over the previous

few days.

She knitted her brows. Thinking about it, she still felt something was wrong.

There was nothing unusual about Marcu's schedule. It was nothing more than commuting between his

home and the Department of State. He shouldn't have come into contact with any evil spirits. In fact, he

did end up being entangled with one, and if it wasn't resolved, she was afraid something bad would

happen to him.

Katherine was not prejudiced against him. Furthermore, the city's law and order had been well

maintained throughout the years he had worked in Hovington. The Department of State had also

played a vital role in ensuring that.

She should retain a talent like him. In the event that he was to be replaced, she dreaded the possibility

that the new guy would completely botch Hovington.

"Tell me about it in detail. Did you encounter any funerals or a car accident recently?" She tapped her

fingers lightly on the bed and prodded.

Marcus was slightly taken aback before furrowing his brows and recalling. "I don't think so—"

"Are you sure?" Katherine mirrored his expression, sounding a little displeased.

He felt aggrieved. "Does this matter? Miss Cornell, why do you want to know this all of a sudden?"

"You're going to die," she uttered with a stony expression.

While kneeling on the floor, he looked at her with a pitiful expression. "Miss Cornell, although I brought

you back without reason, I already know I'm at fault. I don't deserve to die just like that, do I?"

"Yeah. I plan to save you. Think about it. Did you encounter anything out of the ordinary or bump into

something?" Katherine nodded earnestly while replying to him.

He was frustrated and thought she was acting weird right now. Why does she sound like a shaman

now?

In view of her identity, he dared not speak too much. He tried hard to recall, and instantly, something

popped into his mind. "Oh, right! About two days ago, a car accident happened at the crossroad in front

of my house. I happened to pass by back then. Does that matter?"

"Car accident? Were there any casualties?" Katherine grasped the key point and continued badgering.

"I think so. A delivery man was in such a rush to get the food to his customer that he crossed the street,

only to be knocked down by a huge truck coming the other way. I only gave it a cursory glance and

didn't pay much attention to it. Given the circumstances, I'm afraid the delivery man probably didn't

make it. Does that have anything to do with me? I was just passing by." Marcus nodded and asked with

a puzzled expression.

"Did your car run over something when you passed by?" she inquired after a moment of silence.

"That I'm not sure of." He shook his head.

"Go and ask your driver right now," Katherine urged.

Marcus thought that she was being way too superstitious, but in order not to annoy her, he called his

driver and inquired about the situation that day.

The driver's voice came intermittently through the phone. "I think we did run over something when we

drove by that day. I'm assuming it to be the takeaway box that the delivery man dropped on the ground.

Our car wheels were covered with blood and some food residue. It was quite dirty, so I sent the car to

be washed. What's the matter, Mr. Town? Is there any problem?"

"It's nothing." Marcus hung up and glanced at her.

Katherine nodded thoughtfully. "That's it. That delivery man's spirit is haunting you. Have you been

feeling unlucky lately?"

"Yes. I think so." He didn't deny it but couldn't help looking at her with resentment. Oh, for goodness’

sake. My bad luck comes from you, not from some delivery man!

However, he kept that to himself, not daring to speak out loud.

"Go to the crossroad where the accident happened and apologize to him sincerely. You've crushed the

takeaway box he was going to deliver, so he has a grudge against you now." Judging from his

expression, she knew he didn't take her words to heart.

After thinking about it, Katherine picked up the book she had just put down, tore a piece of paper from

the middle, took a pen, and drew a talisman on it. Then, she folded it and handed it to Marcus. "Keep it

close to you."

He took it, stuffed it into his pocket, and looked at her pitifully. "Miss Cornell, are you really not planning

on leaving?"

"You can go now."