Chapter 397

What was Mrs. Roscente's medical miracle?

The answer was cooking.

To be precise, cooking for her granddaughter, Luna.

On the seventh morning after surgery, Mrs. Roscente managed to sit up on her own.

"Doctor, can I be discharged today?" she asked eagerly.

The doctor flipped through her charts and smiled. "Your recovery is faster than expected, but we need at least ten more days of observation."

"But I need to go home and cook for Luna..." The old woman's eyes pleaded.

The doctor chuckled. "Your wound requires three months of rest. Cooking is out of the question."

"How is cooking strenuous?" Mrs. Roscente argued stubbornly.

Mr. Roscente quickly intervened. "Margaret can handle the cooking. Just focus on recovering."

His wife shot him an irritated glare.

After the doctor left, Mrs. Roscente collapsed onto the bed, looking utterly defeated.

What was the point of old age if she couldn't feed her granddaughter?

Margaret, ever perceptive, handed her a notepad. "I'll do the cooking, and you can supervise. We'll make sure Miss Luna eats well."

The old woman's eyes lit up instantly.

"Start with steamed egg custard and pan-fried buns..." She scribbled furiously. "Abalone noodles, fish tofu congee, crystal shrimp dumplings..."

Mr. Roscente blinked in astonishment.

"That's just the appetizer," she said without looking up. "For the main course, we'll have sticky rice chicken with steamed ribs..."

He swallowed hard.

Margaret added thoughtfully, "Should we include blueberry yogurt for digestion?"

"Yes! Balanced nutrition is key!" Mrs. Roscente closed the menu with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Luna was devouring her breakfast like a starved wolf.

Since returning from the underworld, her appetite had skyrocketed—yet she never gained weight. Every bite converted into spiritual energy.

This only strengthened Mrs. Roscente's determination to feed her.

After breakfast, Luna bounded back to the Roscente estate.

"Dad, any updates?" She immediately sought out Gabriel.

Gabriel stared at the surveillance screen, then narrowed his eyes. "Look. Here she comes."

The footage showed Yuanyuan sneaking around the Feng residence.

"Her again..." Luna wrinkled her nose, disliking the self-proclaimed "cousin."

"Walter." Gabriel's voice turned cold.

A black-clad bodyguard materialized instantly. "Sir!"

"Track her movements over the past month."

Thirty minutes later, Walter handed over a USB drive. "She's visited the Wang, Sun, Li, and Zhao families..."

Gabriel marked the locations on a map, his expression darkening.

The pattern formed a perfect circle around the Roscente estate.

"Plastic wrap formation!" Luna pointed angrily at the sky. "Dad, let's tear it down!"

Yuanyuan hummed cheerfully as she approached the Feng residence.

"One more house, and the Roscentes will be mine!" she thought gleefully.

A female ghost floated beside her, lips curled in a mocking smirk.

This foolish girl was so easy to manipulate.

Those so-called "evil spirits" were actually her prearranged pawns.

"Mrs. Feng!" Yuanyuan put on her sweetest smile.

The woman welcomed her warmly. "Come in! My son suddenly developed a high fever..."

She lowered her voice. "Strange things have been happening to all the families nearby. It's like we've been cursed..."

Yuanyuan gloated internally, unaware of the two figures watching coldly from a nearby rooftop.

"Dad, should we move now?" Luna cracked her knuckles.

Gabriel rested a hand on her head. "Wait. Let's catch her in the act."

His eyes glinted dangerously.

Anyone who dared target the Roscentes would pay.