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Chapter 753 The Notebook
Rayna sat in the living room and watched the news coverage on television. After letting out a long sigh, she
commented, “I thought it was just Glory, but I didn't expect Mr. Zeller to go so far.”
The nanny walked into the living room with one of the triplets in her arms. Hearing Rayna's words, she glanced at
the television. “Why does this Mr. Zeller from Zeller Group look so familiar?”
The nanny who spoke was the one who usually looked after Xareni.
When Rayna heard her words, she turned to look at her. “Really?”
After giving it some thought, the nanny replied, “Yes. I think a similar incident occurred many years ago, but it didn't
happen in Norwal City.”
Rayna inquired, “When and where did it happen?”
“At Loytas Mountain,” the nanny answered.
It was then Rayna recalled Cassidy had mentioned that Shvomhid Mountain was previously known as Loytas
Mountain.
“Is it known as Shvomhid Mountain now?” Rayna asked.
“Yes. That's the place.” The nanny nodded.
Hearing her response, Rayna immediately picked up her phone and dialed Curtis' number.
Curtis, who was in a meeting at Faymon Group, gestured to the senior executives when his phone screen lit up. He
then picked up his phone and left the conference room. “What's wrong?”
Rayna uttered anxiously, “The nanny said that the same cosmetic accident once happened in Loytas Mountain,
which is now known as Shvomhid Mountain. I'm wondering if Andrew's men might still be on Shvomhid Mountain.”
“Are you sure?” he questioned.
“I'm certain. I still remember that incident too. A woman died abruptly on the mountain, and birds of the same
species as the hellfire birds appeared before her passing. If I remember correctly, those birds came out as they are
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsensitive to smell.” She gazed at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window while holding her phone.
“Do you have any evidence?” Curtis asked solemnly.
“You can ask James to bring a group of men to Shvomhid Mountain but have him act with caution. He'll be able to
find the evidence,” Rayna enunciated.
Not long after her call with Curtis ended, she got up and headed to the study upstairs.
Meanwhile, Curtis contacted both James and Jeremy. He then instructed J to lead a group of men to Shvomhid
Mountain right away.
Rayna took out a locked notebook from the display cabinet and unlocked it with a key. Then, she flipped through the
pages one at a time until she came to an old diary page.
On that page, it was written clearly that she bled from being scratched by a certain kind of plant, as well as entries
about coming across a dead person and a bird that would stare at people.
Rayna continued going through the pages until she came to the third page, where she even found a newspaper cut
out of that particular bird. “It's the hellfire bird...”
The moment she saw the picture, she recognized at first glance that it was the hellfire bird she had seen in Jayfort.
She took a photo and sent it to Curtis: This is the hellfire bird.
When Curtis saw the message she sent, his brows furrowed slightly as he replied: Where did you get this from?
Rayna texted back: It's in my old notebook. It's been a very long time, and I don't remember it myself. I wouldn't
have recalled it if the nanny hadn't mentioned Loytas Mountain suddenly.
She then shared her thoughts with Curtis, writing: It's best to investigate it as it might come in handy at some point.
I remember that this species of bird has a rather heightened sensitivity toward smells, so I wonder if the hellfire
birds were drawn to the smell from Ashley's father-in-law or if those townspeople who went to Cassidy's house had
that smell too.
Curtis sent the photo to Vance: This is the hellfire bird. Please find out their behavioral patterns.
Vance replied to the text with an OK hand emoji.
That night, Rayna tossed and turned in bed. Her constant movements alarmed Curtis, who was lying next to her.
He turned on the light and got up to check on her, only to find out that her forehead was covered with beads of
cold sweat. It was clear that she was in great discomfort.
“What's wrong, Rayna?” he called out to her gently.
“I feel like something is biting at my entire body. It hurts so much, and it feels awful,” Rayna mumbled feebly as she
opened her eyes in a daze.
At once, Curtis lifted the covers. He picked her up and rushed out of the bedroom. “Come quick! Drive us to the
hospital now!” he hollered.
The driver hastily got up to drive the car, flooring the accelerator to reach the hospital as soon as possible.
Standing outside the ward, Curtis watched the doctors surround Rayna as he waited with a pale complexion.
His wife's anguished cries could occasionally be heard from inside the ward.
Alfred and Linda rushed to the hospital in a hurry. At the same time, Theodore, Jasmine, and Jessie also came with
them.
“What's going on? Wasn't everything fine before? Didn't you two return home after she was completely cured? How
did she become so sick in just a few days?” Linda questioned Curtis, choking up.
Her daughter's pained cries gave her terrible heartache.
“The thing inside Rayna's body hasn't been removed. It should be the one causing this,” Curtis answered in a deep
voice.
Theodore and Jasmine stood silently at the side. Jessie wanted to walk up to ask about the situation when she heard
Curtis' words. However, Kristie, who was standing beside her, grabbed her arm. With a shake of her head, the
former signaled her to be quiet at that juncture.
Everyone was waiting anxiously in the corridor when a child's voice rang out. “Mr. Faymon...”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLinda was the first to look in the direction of the voice. Upon seeing that it was a child carrying a backpack, she
gave Curtis a dubious look. “Who is she?”
Curtis did not say anything. When he saw the child approaching him, his expression darkened even more. “What
are you doing here?”
“Ms. Cassidy asked me to come here.” As Yasmin spoke, she took out a notebook from her backpack and handed it
to him. “Nando said Ms. Cassidy wanted to give this to you guys,” she elaborated.
Curtis reached out to accept the notebook from Yasmin's hand. He opened it and casually flipped to a page, which
had the functions, effects, and appearance of various types of herbs annotated on it.
“Nando said that you should be able to find a cure for Ms. Belle's condition from here, but it would take some time.”
While explaining, she handed Curtis a voice recorder. “Nando said the content inside this might be useful to you.”
Curtis was about to extend his hand to take it but was forestalled by another pair of hands.
Jessie shot a disapproving glance at him. She pressed the play button, and a conversation between Cassidy and
Fernando was played.
“There's also a letter.” Noticing how Jessie was eyeing her warily, Yasmin proceeded to take out a letter from her
backpack and handed it to Curtis. “Ms. Cassidy wants to give this to Ms. Belle, and she said Ms. Belle has to open it
herself.”
Curtis did not move. However, Jessie extended her hand. “Give it to me. I'll take it for safekeeping.”
Holding the notebook, Curtis walked to a well-lit area and perused its contents one page at a time. Moments later,
he beckoned James over. “Take this notebook to the laboratory and conduct the experiments recorded on it. Test to
see if they work.”
“Okay,” James responded. He then left with Kristie and Theodore.
Yasmin stood in the corridor and cautiously observed the people around her. She did not dare to say anything else.
Inside the ward, Rayna eventually recollected herself after the doctor gave her an analgesic injection. Her face was
covered with sweat, and her hair was damp. Whey-faced, she looked at the door of the ward.