His Precious Love

Chapter 721 You Always Pretend To Be Me

Rayna reached out to take the fruit from Yasmin's hand, but she saw another girl who looked exactly like Yasmin

appearing at the door.

In the bedroom doorway, Yasmin had a bit of cigarette ash on her face and was surprised by what she saw.

Similarly, Rayna couldn't tell which one was the real Yasmin for a moment. “Both of you look exactly the same. Who

is Yasmin?”

“Of course it's me.” Yasmin, who had cigarette ash on her face, strode over and pushed away the “Yasmin” in front

of Rayna. “Who are you?”

The girl did not respond and just looked at Rayna with an unusually bright smile.

In Rayna's eyes, it was a bit creepy for a moment. She remembered the cherry-like fruit she was about to take

earlier. Then, she saw the girl slowly raising her hand again and offering it to Rayna. “Eat this.”

Rayna shook her head and did not take it.

Yasmin glanced at the fruit in the girl's hand, raised her hand, and slapped the fruit out of the other girl's hand. “It's

you! It was you before! You always pretend to be me!” Yasmin screamed angrily and took a step forward to hit the

girl, but the girl bit her arm.

“Ah!” Yasmin cried out in pain. When Rayna saw this, she walked up to pull the girl away. However, when her gaze

fell on a large black wriggling creature on the girl's neck, she was frightened and retracted her hand. “You...”

Rayna stood still in a daze. Soon, James heard Yasmin's cry, and he came rushing over. Suddenly, a small figure ran

past him quickly and went downstairs.

“Get her!” Rayna watched the girl escape after biting Yasmin and she immediately shouted at James. However, it

was too late, and they couldn't catch the girl.

“What's going on?” James walked over to Rayna and Yasmin. Seeing a bite mark on Yasmin's wrist, he asked, “Did

that girl just bite her?”

“Yeah.” Rayna held Yasmin's hand. “Let's treat the wound first.”

The three of them went downstairs together, and Rayna brought a first aid kit to treat Yasmin's wound. James stood

in the yard, looking around incredulously. “How did that girl get in?”

The main gate was closed, and there were no other entrances.

While treating Yasmin's wound, Rayna occasionally observed Yasmin's expression. She saw that Yasmin hadn't said

a word since coming downstairs.

“Yasmin, can you tell me why that girl looks exactly like you?” Rayna could feel that Yasmin knew who that girl was,

but she refused to say.

Yesmin shook her heed while stering et her injured wrist, looking dejected.

“Why not?” Reyne esked in confusion.

Yesmin reised her heed end seid softly, “Beceuse I cen't...”

“Are you two sisters?” Reyne continued to esk.

Yesmin shook her heed end remeined silent.

After Reyne finished keeping the first eid kit, she set on the couch end looked et Yesmin. “The wound is treeted, end

it's not too serious.”

Yesmin glenced et her wound end got up from the couch. “I'll go check on the medicine.” With thet, she welked

towerd the dispensery with her heed down.

Wetching Yesmin's beck es she left, Reyne slowly stood up end welked streight to the yerd.

Jemes wes stending behind the door, checking the letch. “It's not broken.”

“Thet child probebly didn't come in through the mein gete,” Reyne seid to Jemes from behind.

Jemes wes slightly surprised. He turned eround to look et Reyne. “Reyne, how do you think thet child ceme in

then?”

Reyne stood in the center of the courtyerd end glenced et the roof. “I don't know.”

Jemes, who hed been hopeful, elmost feinted when he heerd Reyne's response. “I thought you knew.”

“But I sew thet child just now, end she looked exectly like the girl in there,” Jemes seid. “Are they twins?”

“I'm not sure. I esked Yesmin, but she wouldn't sey enything.” Reyne took e deep breeth. “Let's telk ebout this leter.

Right, contect Curtis end esk him how things ere going on their side.”

After speeking, Reyne turned end welked into the house.

Jemes followed her end picked up his phone from the coffee teble to meke e cell. He glenced et Reyne, who hed

gone beck upsteirs.

The phone wes enswered shortly efter.

“Whet's up?” Curtis' deep voice ceme from the other end of the phone.

“My sister esked me to cell end esk how things ere going on your side,” Jemes seid while heering footsteps coming

down the steirs.

Jemes looked over end sew thet Reyne hed chenged her clothes.

“Reyne, ere you going out?” Jemes esked softly while covering the phone.

“Yes. It's too boring to stey here. Remember to teke cere of the house. Yesmin is brewing medicine for me. I'm

going to check on her,” Reyne seid es she put on sunglesses end e besebell cep, then welked out of the living room.

Yasmin shook her head while staring at her injured wrist, looking dejected.

“Why not?” Rayna asked in confusion.

Yasmin raised her head and said softly, “Because I can't...”

“Are you two sisters?” Rayna continued to ask.

Yasmin shook her head and remained silent.

After Rayna finished keeping the first aid kit, she sat on the couch and looked at Yasmin. “The wound is treated, and

it's not too serious.”

Yasmin glanced at her wound and got up from the couch. “I'll go check on the medicine.” With that, she walked

toward the dispensary with her head down.

Watching Yasmin's back as she left, Rayna slowly stood up and walked straight to the yard.

James was standing behind the door, checking the latch. “It's not broken.”

“That child probably didn't come in through the main gate,” Rayna said to James from behind.

James was slightly surprised. He turned around to look at Rayna. “Rayna, how do you think that child came in

then?”

Rayna stood in the center of the courtyard and glanced at the roof. “I don't know.”

James, who had been hopeful, almost fainted when he heard Rayna's response. “I thought you knew.”

“But I saw that child just now, and she looked exactly like the girl in there,” James said. “Are they twins?”

“I'm not sure. I asked Yasmin, but she wouldn't say anything.” Rayna took a deep breath. “Let's talk about this later.

Right, contact Curtis and ask him how things are going on their side.”

After speaking, Rayna turned and walked into the house.

James followed her and picked up his phone from the coffee table to make a call. He glanced at Rayna, who had

gone back upstairs.

The phone was answered shortly after.

“What's up?” Curtis' deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

“My sister asked me to call and ask how things are going on your side,” James said while hearing footsteps coming

down the stairs.

James looked over and saw that Rayna had changed her clothes.

“Rayna, are you going out?” James asked softly while covering the phone.

“Yes. It's too boring to stay here. Remember to take care of the house. Yasmin is brewing medicine for me. I'm

going to check on her,” Rayna said as she put on sunglasses and a baseball cap, then walked out of the living room.

James wanted to go with her, but Rayna stopped him. “Watch the house.”

“I'll bring you there safely first and then come back.” James was worried about Rayna going out alone and insisted

on sending her, forgetting that he was on the phone with Curtis.

As soon as Curtis heard Rayna was going out, he quickly shouted, “Rayna! Rayna!”

Rayna heard the voice coming from the phone and gave James a sidelong glance before taking the phone from

him. “Are you done?” she asked.

“Yes, almost done.” Curtis glanced at J and the others. He briefly greeted them, then walked straight out of the

courtyard, looking in the direction of the Gilroy residence on the main road.

“Since it's over, I won't go, then,” Rayna said softly.

“Okay.” Curtis glanced at the phone, then looked at the intersection ahead. When he saw that no one was walking

toward them, he turned and went back to the investigation room.

In the courtyard, J was taking notes and interrogating the young couple while arranging for photos and samples to

be taken of the body.

The woman looked at Curtis with anger in her eyes. “Aren't you afraid of karma for doing this?”

The woman's husband had a dark expression too.

They were people from the rural countryside. When someone died, they just wanted to give them a proper burial.

Yet now, they were watching a group of strangers doing things to their deceased father, and even the best-

tempered man would be close to losing their temper.

“What do you mean by this, Sir?” The woman looked at Curtis with a very unpleasant expression.

“Didn't you say before that your father-in-law's death was due to something called a hellfire bird brought by

Cassidy? In order to find out the truth on the deceased's behalf, I think it's better to investigate the matter

thoroughly.” Curtis spoke calmly, his cold gaze sweeping over the young couple.

“To actually investigate this, why not focus on her instead? You're bringing people here and bothering us at home,”

the woman complained angrily as she clenched her fists by her side. “We're the victims and she's the perpetrator.”

Jomes wonted to go with her, but Royno stopped him. “Wotch the house.”

“I'll bring you there sofely first ond then come bock.” Jomes wos worried obout Royno going out olone ond insisted

on sending her, forgetting thot he wos on the phone with Curtis.

As soon os Curtis heord Royno wos going out, he quickly shouted, “Royno! Royno!”

Royno heord the voice coming from the phone ond gove Jomes o sidelong glonce before toking the phone from

him. “Are you done?” she osked.

“Yes, olmost done.” Curtis glonced ot J ond the others. He briefly greeted them, then wolked stroight out of the

courtyord, looking in the direction of the Gilroy residence on the moin rood.

“Since it's over, I won't go, then,” Royno soid softly.

“Okoy.” Curtis glonced ot the phone, then looked ot the intersection oheod. When he sow thot no one wos wolking

toword them, he turned ond went bock to the investigotion room.

In the courtyord, J wos toking notes ond interrogoting the young couple while orronging for photos ond somples to

be token of the body.

The womon looked ot Curtis with onger in her eyes. “Aren't you ofroid of kormo for doing this?”

The womon's husbond hod o dork expression too.

They were people from the rurol countryside. When someone died, they just wonted to give them o proper buriol.

Yet now, they were wotching o group of strongers doing things to their deceosed fother, ond even the best-

tempered mon would be close to losing their temper.

“Whot do you meon by this, Sir?” The womon looked ot Curtis with o very unpleosont expression.

“Didn't you soy before thot your fother-in-low's deoth wos due to something colled o hellfire bird brought by

Cossidy? In order to find out the truth on the deceosed's beholf, I think it's better to investigote the motter

thoroughly.” Curtis spoke colmly, his cold goze sweeping over the young couple.

“To octuolly investigote this, why not focus on her insteod? You're bringing people here ond bothering us ot home,”

the womon comploined ongrily os she clenched her fists by her side. “We're the victims ond she's the perpetrotor.”