Chapter 251

Shirley was young, healthy, and rarely fell ill. Her usually rosy, glowing complexion now appeared ashen and strikingly pale. After examining her, Amelia sighed with relief and turned to Rachel, who looked worried. "It's just a mild spiritual disturbance—nothing serious, so don't worry," she reassured her. Rachel visibly relaxed upon hearing this. "Thank you. I'll leave her in your hands," she said with a relieved smile. Amelia nodded with a small smile and turned to Derek. "Bring me my box." Derek stepped forward, carrying a vintage box made of ancient redwood. Its deep reddish hue and intricate grain patterns hinted at its rarity and value. The box was crafted by a renowned craftsman who created protective charms to ward off evil and cleanse negative energy. It had once belonged to Adrian. Inside were the tools of his trade: tarot cards, ritual items, and other supplies he'd used for readings and helping others find peace and guidance. The ancient redwood and expert craftsm