For a housewife—a woman whose whole life revolves around her husband and son—what could possibly bring more joy than this?

Warm moments always seem to pass so quickly.

Night had fallen. Although William Carter was reluctant, he still took his leave and returned to his own room.

Even though their branch of the family had already fallen on hard times, Henry Carter was, after all, one of the direct descendants of the Rong family, and held the highest status in this manor.

Therefore, William Carter also had a room of his own.

Lying in bed, William Carter tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, those terrifying images would instantly appear in his mind.

However, at this point, he already believed his father's deduction. This incident had never actually happened; it was just a hallucination brought on by his own mental breakdown under too much pressure.

A human being, after losing everything below the chest, would die from the intense pain. So, there was no way he could have seen such a person.

Shaking his head, William Carter let out a long sigh. He patted his head, as if trying to drive those horrifying scenes out of his mind by force.

But he quickly realized that, aside from making his head hurt a little, this did absolutely nothing.

Yet, just as he was feeling utterly helpless, his eyelids suddenly twitched a few times.

Because he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something inexplicable inside his head.

It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words, but it was undeniably real.

At the spot between his eyebrows, it felt as if there was a mysterious current of air. The presence of this current made his head feel faintly swollen.

He rubbed his brow with his hand, as if trying to confirm whether this current really existed.

But unfortunately, it was just a sensation. Unless he split his head open to take a look, he wouldn't be able to find anything. And he seriously doubted that even if someone did chop his head open with an axe, they'd find anything strange.

Blinking twice, he suddenly felt a wave of unease.

Even for an adult, such a sudden change would be enough to scare them half to death. And William Carter was just a boy not yet fifteen—if he could accept this without a care, that would be truly unbelievable.

“Come out, come out.” He closed his eyes and muttered, “It's no fun in here. The world outside is wonderful, come out.”

This was a subconscious act, as if he was trying to lure out that mysterious current hiding in his mind.

However, he never expected that this unintentional action would actually work.

Slowly, the current in his mind began to move ever so slightly. Although the movement was small, William Carter, who was paying close attention, was overjoyed.

He never imagined that he might actually be able to control this current.

“Come out, come out, hurry up and come out.”

He muttered incessantly, even clenching his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his palms. But he was oblivious to all of this, because all his attention was focused on one thing.

Perhaps because of his wholehearted summons, the current at the center of his brow finally began to move.

It spun within William Carter's brow, generating momentum in this way, and then began to slowly, ever so slowly, push its way out from between his eyebrows.

Although William Carter desperately wanted this strange current to leave his body as quickly as possible, the way it seeped out through his brow almost scared him out of his wits.

If a hole opened up in a person's brow, could they still survive?

However, to his relief, even after the current had passed through, he didn't feel any discomfort.

It was as if there had always been a channel at his brow, allowing this current to flow out smoothly.

Moments later, the current at his brow was completely gone. At that moment, William Carter suddenly felt a wave of intense weakness, as if with the disappearance of that current, his energy and spirit had also faded.

His body staggered, and he slowly sat down, quietly adjusting his breathing.

Only after a long while did he start to feel a little better.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly, his gaze was fixed straight ahead, unable to look away.

In front of him, there was suddenly another person.

Or rather, it couldn't really be called a person, but a bizarre creature with a human shape.

It had no facial features, but did have four limbs. Its skin was pure white, as if it had never seen sunlight since birth.

Swallowing hard, William Carter didn't recklessly scream out.

Not because he was especially brave, but because, for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity toward this strange being.