Chapter 50 - 49: Miss Lowell is So Mean
The moment the two entered the room, they saw Warren Lynch sitting on the bed, his face a mess of tears and snot, wailing like an 800-pound child.
When he saw Leo Grant, his crying grew even louder. The others couldn’t help but cover their ears.
"Waaah, Master! Did it hurt? That dagger was so sharp, and it just... plunged right in! It scared me to death, waaah..."
"I saw Silas Lynch and the others die... They were all dead, completely and utterly dead, covered in blood..."
"Then I saw you get hurt saving me... How could you be so stupid? If you all died, what would be the point of me living? Waaah, I’m so sad, my heart hurts so much..."
"Thank goodness it was all fake, just an illusion... That’s great. I’m so relieved to see you’re okay... Miss Lowell is so mean! How could she make me watch something like that? It scared me to death, waaah..."
Leo Grant was a little moved, but his face was a mask of disgust. He said coldly, "Alright, that’s enough. Stop crying. What is this nonsense?"
The command was absolute. Warren Lynch immediately clamped his hands over his mouth, stifling his sobs, but he couldn’t stop a hiccup from escaping.
"Pfft."
Hearing the laugh, Warren Lynch snapped his head up.
Yvonne Lowell was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
"Mi... Miss Lowell." Warren Lynch swallowed hard.
’I’m screwed. I think I just called Miss Lowell a mean woman... Did she hear everything? What am I going to do? Is she going to beat me to death? I’m so scared...’
A roguish grin played on Yvonne Lowell’s lips. She walked toward him and slowly raised her right hand, placing it on his head.
Warren Lynch couldn’t help but shudder. He squeezed his eyes shut. "S-sorry, Miss Lowell! I didn’t mean to say you were mean just now, it was a slip of the tongue... I was wrong—hic—I’ll never do it again! Please don’t hit me..."
’What kind of technique is this? The Bone-Softening Palm? Or the Life-taking Poison Palm? Is Miss Lowell going to shatter my skull with one blow? It’s over, I’m not going to survive the day!’
He didn’t feel the pain he’d imagined, nor any other strange sensation. The only thing was the oddly strong presence of the hand on his head.
Warren Lynch opened his eyes and peeked at Yvonne Lowell. "Miss Lowell, what are you...?"
"Don’t move, or I’ll kill you with one slap," Yvonne Lowell said, shooting him a sideways glance.
"Oh." Warren Lynch pressed his lips together, not daring to move a muscle.
In truth, Yvonne Lowell had already scanned his condition when she entered the room. There was nothing seriously wrong.
’I only raised my hand to pat his shoulder and comfort the poor guy, but it ended up scaring him? Well, in that case, I just have to keep the game going!’
Yvonne Lowell tapped her fingertips lightly on the top of his head. Each tap sounded to Warren Lynch like a knock on the gates of The Underworld.
The poor guy trembled with fear, terrified that Yvonne Lowell would strike him dead at any second.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of everyone’s breathing could be heard. No one spoke, afraid of disturbing Yvonne Lowell.
Silas Lynch and Nolan Crawford exchanged glances. ’What’s going on? Is there really a problem? Why does he look so awful?!’
Only Leo Grant stood with one hand in his pocket, casually rolling the Buddha Beads in his other hand, his gaze fond as he watched the playful and vengefully petty young woman.
When Yvonne Lowell had had her fun, she finally pulled her hand back. Any longer and she was afraid she really would scare the poor guy to death.
Seeing her stop, Silas Lynch asked impatiently, "Miss Lowell, is there something wrong with Warren Lynch?"
"Nothing’s wrong. Didn’t I tell you before he woke up? It’s just a superficial wound."
"Then what were you just...?"
Yvonne Lowell smiled innocently. "Just teasing him. Who told him to call me mean?"
Silas Lynch: ...
Nolan Crawford: ...
"Miss Lowell, how could you do that?! You scared me to death!" Warren Lynch gave her a reproachful look.
Leo Grant shot him an emotionless glance. "You got scared by that? Isn’t it just because you have a guilty conscience?"
Warren Lynch: ’You must have a lot of friends, huh?’
"Master, it was really scary all of a sudden! I..." Under Leo Grant’s stare, Warren Lynch’s voice trailed off until he went completely silent.
He subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but he could only rub his skull with his bandaged paw.
Silas Lynch and Nolan Crawford bit their cheeks to keep from laughing. Even a fool could see that Leo Grant was being protective.
Leo Grant couldn’t stand to hear anyone speak ill of Yvonne Lowell, not even in jest.
That idiot Warren Lynch, causing trouble the moment he woke up.
"Alright, just rest for the next few days. Don’t use your superpower for now. Once your external wounds have healed, have them teach you how to use it. If you have any more problems, come find me."
With that, Yvonne Lowell dragged Leo Grant out of the room.
Once the two of them were gone, Silas Lynch and Nolan Crawford finally burst out laughing.
"Hey, what’s going on? What are you laughing at?" Warren Lynch was completely baffled.
After they’d had their fill of laughter, Nolan Crawford patted his shoulder. "It’s nothing. I just thought of a funny joke. You get some rest."
Silas Lynch patted him too. "Get some rest. I’m going to get back to work."
Then, the two of them practically shoved each other out the door.
Warren Lynch rubbed his head again. ’Why is everyone acting so weird...’
’Whatever. I’m going to sleep. I’m dead tired.’
Only when they were faced with a huge pile of documents on their desks did Silas Lynch and Nolan Crawford belatedly remember: hadn’t they just died in Warren Lynch’s Illusion Realm?
’Yvonne Lowell just killed them off?! They died the moment they appeared?! In her eyes, were they that pathetic?! Why not just have them play corpses from the start?!’
Yvonne Lowell: ’I was just letting you move around a bit, giving you a sense of participation.’
"No way, the more I think about it, the angrier I get! I’m going to go argue with Yvonne! Why is it that the boss just got injured while the rest of us died?! And even with all of us dead, Warren didn’t activate his superpower, but the second the boss got stabbed, he did?!"
Nolan Crawford shoved his documents aside, slammed his hands on the desk, and shot to his feet. "Don’t stop me! I’m going to have a talk with her today! Silas Lynch, you’d better not try to stop me!"
Silas Lynch glanced at him, then looked back down at his work. "Then go. And take my share with you."
Nolan Crawford was taken aback. "You’re really not going to stop me?!"
"Didn’t you just tell me not to stop you? Besides, if we don’t finish these documents, we’ll have to work overtime tonight," Silas Lynch said without looking up.
"Hmph! Coward!"
After that, Nolan Crawford obediently sat back down and went back to his work.
’I’m not a coward,’ he thought. ’I just have social anxiety. I don’t dare leave the room by myself. Mmm, yup, that’s it!’
...
Now that things with Warren Lynch were settled, Yvonne Lowell planned to return to the Lowell Family.
The variety show Harrison Lowell had signed on for was starting filming tomorrow, and he had been pestering her about it for days.
However, when she returned home with a pile of carefully prepared gifts...