Chapter 457

Once no one cursed or thought about a person anymore, then the person would have truly disappeared from the world. That would be the end of death. Julian could feel the contempt and dissatisfaction in Madam Fulcher's words. More than that, there was regret, reluctance, and longing. If only his grandfather was still alive... If he was, Julian wouldn't have gone to the countryside to attend the inheritance activity when he was a child. He wouldn't have met Kayla. He wouldn't have bonded with her because she saved his life. He wouldn't have mistaken his true love, nor would he have mistaken Diana as Kayla’s substitute. "You're right," Julian said, signing as he looked over at the petite and energetic old woman. "He should be cursed." Madam Fulcher's face darkened, and she slapped him hard on the head. "You brat! Your grandpa was my husband! I can curse him, but you can't!" "Tsk," Julian clicked his tongue and chuckled. Then, like a spoiled child, he leaned against the old woman.