Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter)
“Krystal, are you alright?” inquired Kelvin.
“I-I’m fine.”
How could she be fine? Her knees already went weak!
Baffled, he muttered, “How strange. This kind of snake doesn’t attack humans. Why did it become so brutal? Is it because its babies are nearby?”
Every animal would become provocative when they were raising their offspring.
They would be on guard all the time, protecting their offspring from getting attacked by other animals.
“Anyways, I don’t think we should stay here for long. Hurry.”
Krystal kept staring at something as her legs were trembling.
“I-It’s too late.”
“What’s too late?” He followed her gaze only to see a bunch of snakes sliding out of a crevice between the rocks opposite the river.
It was a jumble of snakes of different sizes.
Even someone without trypophobia would have a hard time witnessing that scene.
They swam into the water, heading toward the two of them.
“This is bad! Run!”
“M—My knees have gone weak. I can’t run.” Krystal was on the verge of fainting due to the shock.
“My apologies.” Kelvin carried her and ran away as he couldn’t just abandon her.
The frantic man could scarcely hear the sound of a bamboo flute whistling from afar.
When he recalled how that little girl rode on a big snake, Kelvin soon wrapped his head around the situation.
Willow manipulated those snakes!
If he wasn’t in the middle of escaping, he would’ve given her He didn’t expect the beast tamer, whom he had only read in fantasy novels before, would actually exist! And it was such a young child at that!
He could hardly believe it.He thought that it was awesome.However, he could only focus on the escape right now. If he fell, he would be bitten to death by the poisonous snakes.
Kelvin had never run this quickly in his life before.
He ran toward the source of the sound of the flute.
A little girl was sitting on a tree nearby. She was holding a bamboo flute while swaying her legs.
The soft waves of whispers from the flute were like a chant calling upon the demons.
The number of snakes surrounding them increased. Kelvin threw Krystal off his back.
Before she could react to that, he pressed her head onto the ground abruptly.
She was livid. “What are you—“
“Shut up!”
He hushed her before pleading, “Please stop blowing the flute. She knows that she’s wrong. She will not do it again. Stop those snakes from coming at us!”
He lowered his voice, threatening Krystal, “If you don’t wanna die, beg for mercy right now! Otherwise, we won’t be able to get out of this village.”
The sound of snakes hissing echoed in the woods.
Krystal had never witnessed such a sight before. She wasn’t even wearing protective gear.
The snakes didn’t stop in their tracks.
Kelvin grabbed her ponytail to press her head onto the ground again. “I am so sorry, miss. Please show us mercy. If your mother finds out about this, she won’t be happy, will she?”
As he had expected, the sound of the flute stopped as soon as he said that. The snakes ceased, too.
Still, it gave them goosebumps to have so many snakes staring at them.
Willow was still a kid, after all. The person she cared the most was Madison.
The first time Willow used her ability was when she was two. Madison had gone to the mountains to harvest herbs at that time.
The smell of animal-repellent powder on her subsided because she stayed in the mountains for too long.
A leopard sneakily attacked her from behind. Even though she reacted quickly, her arms were scratched.
Her blood splattered onto the little girl in the pack basket. Willow’s eyes widened. No one told her what to do, but she managed to call upon the insects, rats, snakes, and birds nearby in a fit of pique.
That leopard was bitten to death, leaving only its bones.
Madison wasn’t surprised by the leopard but by her daughter instead.
Willow could still remember Madison’s look back then. It was the look in which one was watching a monster.
That look merely lasted for a few seconds before Madison hugged Willow and comforted her.
Nevertheless, it wrenched Willow’s heart every time she recalled Madison’s gaze back then.
Kelvin was right. Madison wouldn’t want Willow to misuse her ability.
Willow blew the flute again. The melody slowly turned into a soft tune.
The snakes retreated like a withdrawing wave that pounded against the beach.
The red snake picked Willow up from the tree. When they were about to reach the ground, the barefooted Willow jumped off it and landed before Krystal.
Krystal raised her head, meeting Willow’s green eyes. Willow stared at her deeply as the latter trembled in fear.
The sound of the bell rang, and Krystal’s heart pounded along with the beat.
She broke into a cold sweat. When the bell could no longer be heard, she flopped onto the ground as though her soul had left her body.
Her initial plan was to leave the village the next day, but she fell sick that night.
She wasn’t in the right state of mind as she kept mumbling nonsense.
Kelvin was excited when he told Brent about the incident.
“Brent, you don’t know how magnificent the sight was. It was a sea of snakes swarming us to the sound of the flute! It was like a movie!
“They came right at us from all sides! It was terrifying!” Brent frowned, recalling what Wendy had said before leaving. He had a hunch that Krystal’s illness wasn’t a coincidence.
“Brent, what are you thinking about?”
“Did Vanessa say that she won’t let Krystal leave the village?”
“She did, but that was on the condition that Krystal didn’t apologize. Krystal did apologize to Madam Wendy.”
Brent shook his head. “Do you think that it was a sincere apology?”
“I don’t think so. If it really is Krystal’s fault, what should we do?”
Brent sighed. “She should take the responsibility herself. Tell her to apologize to Madam Wendy sincerely.”
He entered the room where the weak Hunter was resting.
Hunter didn’t know what happened out there.
Brent greeted him as always when he entered the room, “Mr. . Williams, it’s me.”
“I know.” Hunter could recognize the duo’s footsteps. He wasn’t as weak as Brent thought.
“How are you feeling today?”
Hunter closed his eyes, frowning. “Bad. The headache is killing me.”
The marks on his face became lighter. He should be getting better because most of the poison was disposed of.
Brent wondered, “Why is Mr. Williams’s complexion looking bad?”
“Hold on. I’ll call the doctor over.”
“Okay.”
Brent couldn’t care less about Krystal’s incident as he ran to Madison’s laboratory.
She was reading a medical book while preparing medicine.
Not only was she practicing herbal medicine, but she also excelled in modern medicine.
She even concocted her own treatment for some illness.
Noticing the anxious Brent, she figured that something was wrong with Hunter.
That was the only matter that could make the calm and collected man anxious.
“What’s wrong?” She slid a bookmark between the pages before standing up.
“Something’s wrong with Mr. Williams. Please come with me.”
She was already heading to the room. “Okay. Watch the fire for me. Don’t let anyone come near the medicine.”
Although it was her territory, unforeseen accidents might happen, too.
Hunter’s detox had yet to finish. If someone changed the ingredients of the medicine, it might cost his life.
“Okay,” replied Brent.
Madison scurried into the house with light steps.
“Vanessa?” asked Hunter. He was alert because he couldn’t see.
“Yeah, it’s me.” Madison approached him. She smelled like herbs.
Hunter’s expression slightly changed when the faint scent wafted his nose.
It was the same scent he smelled in his dream!
It wasn’t the smell of herb medicine.
Madison had been surrounded by herbs around the clock for the past three years.
Since she was also taking medicine, she carried a distinct body scent similar to herbs.
Not even a perfumer could make that scent.
Madison didn’t notice anything in particular because she was used to it.
Besides, she rarely interacted intimately with others. Only the people close to her in the distance could smell it.
Anxious, she leaned toward him to check on him without caring about his emotions.
She pried his eyelids wider to observe his orbs while asking, “Where do you feel uncomfortable?”
Her long hair strand brushed his neck when she leaned over.
It was as light as a feather, hence the ticklish sensation.
Hunter pulled his senses back and faced her direction.
