I Read Their Tragic Fates, and My Family Reads My Mind?

Eugene Jennings’s situation was still unresolved. It wasn’t something that could be kept secret, and the Jennings Family had no intention of hiding it, so they briefly explained what had happened to Mrs. Donovan.

The color drained from Mrs. Donovan’s face after she heard everything. "Something this serious happened, and not a single one of you told me?"

Warren Jennings looked embarrassed. "At first, we didn’t think it would be this serious. Then we panicked and couldn’t think of what to do."

Mrs. Donovan wasn’t really trying to blame anyone. The most important thing now was his safety.

"Quentin, you go call Director Quillan. Have Justin and Hector help you entertain the guests. Brandon, take this thing back to Eugene right now. Warren, you stay here and wait for news. We’ll wait for Quentin to discuss the hospital transfer with Director Quillan, and then we’ll figure out how to get Eugene moved to Stroven City as quickly as possible."

It was at times like this that you could tell who really called the shots in the family.

With a single command from Mrs. Donovan, the three men went about their tasks. Not one of them dared to voice the slightest objection.

Arabella Donovan watched from the side, completely in awe. She began planning to go upstairs later and try to contact her old master, from whom she hadn’t heard in a long time.

’If Master really sent me that string of Five Emperors Coins because he foresaw what would happen to my second cousin, then he must know how to save him.’

"Um, you’re Serena, right? I’m your fourth aunt."

Arabella Donovan looked up at the voice and saw that Rochelle Rowland had sidled up to her at some point. She was greeting her with a warmth that was completely different from before, her well-maintained face smiling so broadly that it crinkled at the corners.

Another slightly younger, middle-aged woman following closely behind Rochelle also hurried forward, beaming. "I’m your fifth aunt."

"Hello, Fourth Aunt. Hello, Fifth Aunt."

"I heard you grew up in a Sacred Temple and are skilled in the Healing Arts. Could you do a reading for me, too?"

Arabella blinked in surprise. "I can, but what would you like me to read?"

"Read my son’s marriage prospects." Rochelle put on a troubled expression. "My son is almost thirty, you know, and I’ve never seen him date anyone. He doesn’t even have any close female friends. It’s gotten to the point where my close friends are secretly asking me if he... has some kind of hidden problem."

PFFT... Arabella almost choked on her juice.

’Is it possible your son already has someone he’s in love with? That’s why he passes through a garden of beauties without a single petal clinging to him. You have to understand, staying chaste for the heroine is a basic requirement for any devoted male lead. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be a "chase the wife to the crematorium" scenario; it would be a "straight to the crematorium to be burned to ashes" one.’

Rochelle’s expression stiffened slightly. ’Basic requirements for male and female leads? What crematorium?’

The Fourth Aunt, who didn’t usually waste time scrolling through short-form videos, couldn’t keep up with the way young people thought. But she wasn’t stupid. Connecting the dots with her own son’s situation, she was able to make a rough guess as to what Arabella meant.

Arabella cleared her throat and began, "Matters of love are decided by fate; they cannot be forced. Fourth Aunt, I observe that your brow is clear and bright, the bridge of your nose is full, your jaw is well-defined, and the philtrum below your nose is deep and long. This shows you are blessed with excellent fortune when it comes to children and grandchildren. However..."

"However...?"

"It’s just that, judging from your features, you should have had a grandson for some time now."

"What?" Rochelle displayed the perfect amount of shock before quickly composing herself. "I do have a three-year-old grandson, but he’s not my son’s child. He’s my daughter’s."

"Daughter?" Arabella frowned in thought for a moment. "If I remember correctly, Fourth Aunt, your daughter is adopted, isn’t she?"

"She is."

"But from what I can see in your features, this grandson is clearly related to you by blood."

Rochelle gasped, covering her mouth in an exaggerated gesture. "Are you saying my son got a girlfriend without me knowing, and they had a child together?"

"If you were unaware of the child’s existence, then yes, that would seem to be the case."

"But who could it be? I’ve met practically every woman in my son’s orbit, and I’ve never seen him be particularly warm toward any of them."

"Sometimes the answer is far across the horizon, yet right under your nose. Maybe it’s someone you overlooked from the very beginning, and that’s why you never noticed? You know, people often can’t see what’s right in front of them, precisely because the most impossible things, the most unlikely people, often turn out to be the right answer in the end."

’I’m practically spelling it out for her. If she still can’t figure it out, she really can’t blame me!’

Rochelle: "..."

’Wasn’t it just as she said? Far away, yet right under my nose. The person was living under the same roof as them! If it hadn’t been for today’s little scene, how much longer would she have been kept in the dark?’

’Oh, no. Even without today’s events, she would have found out soon enough. It just would have come at the expense of her precious grandson’s health!’

At the thought, Rochelle’s fists clenched. She wanted to punch her son!

"Beyond that, I can also see from your features that your grandson is fated to face a calamity. If he cannot avoid it, I’m afraid..."

Rochelle, of course, knew what calamity Arabella was talking about. Although she had already reminded her son to arrange for a different blood supply for the child’s transfusion, she couldn’t help but worry. She was afraid that even if they averted the transfusion accident, another problem would just crop up somewhere else.

Hearing Arabella say this, her heart leaped into her throat.

But then, Arabella stopped mid-sentence. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

’Huh? Why has Fourth Aunt’s situation changed to be just like what happened on Director Grant’s set? The dark clouds are gradually scattering, and I can faintly see a purple light. Does this mean the child’s calamity will be overcome, that he has a benefactor helping him?’

Although Arabella was confused, she changed her tune. "Fourth Aunt, don’t worry. Though the calamity is perilous, a benefactor will surely appear to help. He is certain to turn peril into luck and come through it safely."

She had barely finished speaking when Rochelle’s phone rang.

Answering a call in front of the party’s hosts was undoubtedly rude, but Rochelle was desperate to know about the child. Arabella, the birthday girl, and the rest of the Donovan Family didn’t mind. In fact, most of the surrounding guests immediately perked up their ears.

For a moment, it seemed the only sound in the vast front hall was Rochelle’s voice on the phone.

"How is Leo doing now? He’s okay? Good, good, good. Let him stay at the hospital overnight for observation. Don’t bring him home until the doctor confirms he’s fine tomorrow. I’ll head right back after this banquet. Is he awake? Put him on the phone."

Rochelle waited a moment. When she heard the sweet, childish voice on the other end of the line, her eyes instantly reddened.

"Leo, you be a good boy at the hospital, okay? Grandma will be back a little later. I’ll bring you some yummy treats and a little present. Yes, yes, whatever you want, Grandma will buy it for you."

The grandmother and grandson exchanged a few more words before hanging up. Rochelle struggled to compose herself, then turned and grabbed Arabella’s hand. "Serena, your prediction was so accurate! Your cousin just called. He said Leo got into a fight at kindergarten today, hit his head, and had to be hospitalized. He has a rare blood type, and luckily there happened to be a woman at the hospital with the same type who donated blood. That’s why he’s okay. It was truly a blessing in the midst of misfortune."

The Donovan Family: *Pfft...*

Arabella: "???" Something felt off.