On the way back with Jacob Zimmerman, Old Madam Jennings still harbored some luck.
Perhaps, perhaps the ghost was just deceiving her.
It had nothing to do with Azura at all.
Mainly because she really couldn’t accept that Azura was capable of doing such a thing.
However, when she saw Azura Loomis walking towards her in the apartment, an indescribable despair and confusion filled Old Madam Jennings’s heart.
"Azura... is it really you? I am your grandmother..."
"Azura, speak to me, tell me why you have to do this?!"
"Azura!!"
However, Azura Loomis seemed to be completely deaf to her words, merely casting a cursory glance at the doll in Jacob Zimmerman’s hand.
She didn’t take it right away but instead raised her hand and viciously slapped Jacob Zimmerman.
That cold, disdainful look, was nowhere near her usual gentle and obedient demeanor in front of the old lady.
Old Madam Jennings was stunned.
Jacob Zimmerman, too, was stunned by the slap, his first reaction being to get angry.
But he saw Azura Loomis glare at him coldly, "Today you almost ruined my big plan!"
Fortunately, the system can remotely possess a body, although doing so consumes more energy. Just like with Ianthe Lawson that time, it also requires the person and the doll to be in the same place.
With a single sentence, Jacob Zimmerman was left speechless.
Azura Loomis no longer bothered with him, took the doll from his hand, went straight to the doll room, and carefully placed Old Madam Jennings’s doll next to Chase Jennings’s doll.
At this moment, she had reverted back to the familiar demeanor known to the old lady, smiling, very gentle, but her words were chilling,
"Grandma, don’t say I’m unfilial. By putting you together with Brother Chase, you and your grandson can keep each other company in the future."
Having said that, she closed the glass cabinet door and left the room.
Old Madam Jennings hadn’t recovered from the shock and disappointment of recognizing the reality when she heard these words, blurting out in a rush,
"Chase Jennings! Is Chase also here?! Chase!!"
She instinctively wanted to turn her head to look around but found that the doll’s body was completely immobile, only able to open her mouth to cry out.
Luckily, although her voice could not be heard by the outside world, Chase Jennings, also trapped in a doll, heard her.
"Grandma! It’s me! I’m here! Grandma! Azura Loomis actually locked you in a doll too?! How could she be so cruel?!"
Old Madam Jennings heard her grandson’s voice coming from beside her, and although she couldn’t see him, she guessed his situation was the same as hers. Tears almost fell uncontrollably.
"Ah Chase... What karma have we Jennings done, to raise such an ingrate?!"
"You’re right, she really is too cruel."
"I’ve watched her grow up since she was a child, how could she treat me like this?"
After the impotent rage that Chase experienced that morning, he was not as emotional as the old lady.
Even as he listened to the old lady’s rants, he found a moment to interject,
"Grandma, I already said that line."
The same words, he cursed countless times.
But it was useless.
Azura Loomis couldn’t hear.
Even if she did, she surely wouldn’t care.
After all, it was their fault for misjudging her.
Old Madam Jennings still couldn’t help but curse a bit, somewhat venting her feelings of unease.
But in the end, she was reluctant to admit her own senility.
After the initial disbelief and angry accusations, Old Madam Jennings couldn’t help but make excuses for Azura Loomis,
"Ah Chase... do you think there’s a possibility that Azura has been possessed by a ghost too?"
It would be more accurate to say that Old Madam Jennings was making excuses for herself rather than for Azura Loomis.
Even when witnessing it firsthand.
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