No matter how vicious Du Yueying's words were, Wen Nuan could endure them because, for her, the most important thing right now was not to let Ye Feimo know the truth about the hotel, nor to clear her name, nor the loss of the child, but the curse. She was only twenty-one, but Ye Feimo was already twenty-six—time was running out.
Deep down, she believed in the curse.
She hoped everyone could be safe and sound, with no life-threatening dangers.
"Miss Du, what exactly do you want me to do before you will tell me how to break this curse?" asked Wen Nuan.
Du Yueying laughed maliciously, "I want to see you ruined, driven out of the Ye Family; that would make me happy."
Wen Nuan thought Du Yueying was mentally ill, and seriously so. A normal woman causing such turmoil over something trivial like clothes was simply twisted.
