Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1174

She stared intently at the path Serena had taken. "That old woman is already dead. The only reason Serena would travel all this way to the backcountry is that she still cares about her roots, right?"

"Exactly!" Patrick nodded vigorously. "I know that girl. She has a soft heart. If we just say the right things and make her happy, she'll definitely take us out of this miserable place!"

Logan clenched his fists tightly. "We've been punished enough. She has to be over it by now."

Marianne wiped at her tears, her eyes gleaming with determination. "You two, go find some decent ingredients immediately. I'm going to cook for her personally. She used to listen to me the most when she was little. If I talk to her properly, she'll definitely cave!"

This was their one and only ticket out of this living hell.

They silently vowed that no matter how much they had to debase themselves, they were going to butter Serena up and make her take them away from this torment.

***

Behind the village lay a mountain known as The Ridge.

It wasn't particularly tall, but it was incredibly desolate.

The terrain was choked with wild weeds and thick thorns, leaving no visible paths.

The locals rarely ever ventured up here.

Serena navigated the overgrown terrain effortlessly until she reached the halfway point and stopped.

There was a solitary grave here.

It wasn't grand, but it was impeccably clean.

The weeds in the immediate vicinity had been neatly cleared, and the headstone was completely spotless.

She had secretly dispatched people to maintain it over the years.

The ground around the site was entirely undisturbed. There wasn't a single set of footprints.

There were no floral tributes, no offerings, not even a trace of someone having visited.

It was painfully obvious.

In the entire time the Wynns had been banished back to the backcountry, they hadn't visited the grave once.

Serena wasn't surprised in the slightest.

The Wynns only ever cared about themselves; no one else had ever mattered to them.

Her gaze fell softly upon the engraving on the stone—

'Here lies Aria Wynn.'

Her grandmother.

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