Chapter 149: Chapter 147: Jocelyn Grant Is Truly Vicious, Actually Killing Her Taoist Companion

"So, you’re a sword that stays away from women? For real?"

Celeste Grant reached out to touch it, only for the sword to go WHOOSH and hide behind Aaron Sinclair. "Don’t you come near me!"

Celeste Grant found this utterly ridiculous.

The corner of her mouth twitched as she couldn’t help but comment, "Well, it takes all sorts to make a world. A sword that stays away from women..."

"So what happens when you’re my son’s sword and he finds a wife who wants to touch you?"

Upon hearing this...

The sword trembled slightly.

It spoke.

"If it’s the master’s wife, I suppose I can make the noble sacrifice and let her touch me once."

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was hilarious. "A sword like you knows about ’noble sacrifice’? You’re quite cultured."

And just like that, the family of three claimed Jocelyn Grant’s sword as their own. Meanwhile, Jocelyn Grant, her connection with her sword severed, felt her vital energy recoil, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"My sword... No..."

She pushed herself up.

"Give me back my sword! Give it back! Celeste Grant, how can you be so vicious? You injure me and steal my sword! Give it back!"

Celeste Grant, who was still hovering in the air, looked down at her condescendingly.

She gave a gentle smile.

"Give it back? We took it with our own strength. Why would we give it back? Because you said so? Or because you’ve got the nerve to ask? Besides, you say it’s your sword? Call it. Will it answer? Just because you say it’s yours doesn’t make it so. What was yours might just be mine now."

As soon as Celeste Grant’s voice fell, the sword in Aaron Sinclair’s hand began to protest.

Its blade vibrated, letting out a ringing sound, and a child’s voice emerged from within it.

"I would never be with a woman like you! Who’s your sword? If I hadn’t been stuck in a contract with you the moment I woke up, who would want to be your sword? Get away from me."

The sword spoke very rudely.

It showed nothing but disdain for Jocelyn Grant.

Jocelyn Grant was in disbelief. She couldn’t believe her own sword had betrayed her so quickly.

"I’m the one who brought you out of the Blackrock Mountains! I’m your master!"

"Back off, back off, back off! Who asked you to bring me out? I just wanted to lie flat and do nothing. I don’t like all this fighting and killing. Blood and all that stuff is just so gross."

Jocelyn Grant: "..."

’You’re a malevolent weapon reeking of evil energy, and you’re telling me you don’t like to fight and kill?’

Perhaps from sheer anger, Jocelyn Grant spat out another mouthful of blood. "Celeste Grant, what did you do to my sword?"

Aaron Sinclair stepped forward, pointing the sword at her.

"Let me make one thing clear. This is my sword now."

"Give it back."

Aaron Sinclair glanced at her and put the sword away. "Give it back? In your dreams. If you’re crazy, go get treated. Don’t act like a complete moron."

Celeste Grant sneered.

"Exactly. We took it fair and square, why would we give it back? Oh, right, I haven’t decided how I’m going to deal with you this time, Jocelyn Grant. How about I dig out your Spirit Root again? Ever since that first time, I’ve really come to enjoy the feeling. I’d love to experience it again."

Hearing this...

Jocelyn Grant’s face changed, and her body trembled involuntarily. The traumatic memory of having her Spirit Root ripped out flashed through her mind.

"No, you can’t take my Spirit Root."

At the mention of her Spirit Root, terror filled Jocelyn Grant’s face. She had only just managed to reconstruct it. ’Dammit, why did I have to run into her the moment I came out?’

’I was the one looking for revenge, but why is Javier Sinclair here this time?’

’If Javier Sinclair weren’t here today...’

’I would make sure Celeste Grant died right here.’

Jocelyn Grant looked around, trying to figure out a way to escape.

Celeste Grant laughed.

"Don’t bother looking. You’re not getting away today. But I can give you a choice. Let’s see what you pick."

Jocelyn Grant clenched her fists.

"What do you want?"

Celeste Grant said, "Simple. Only one of you two can live. You choose. Do you die, or does he?"

As she spoke, she pointed at the unconscious Ivan Hawthorne in the crater. "If you kill him, I’ll let you go. Likewise, if he kills you, he can leave."

Upon hearing this...

Jocelyn Grant’s face was pale with disbelief.

"Celeste Grant, why are you forcing me to do this? Does seeing me in such a pathetic state make you that happy?"

Celeste Grant nodded.

"Yes, it makes me very happy. My happiness is built on your suffering. You can’t blame me, Jocelyn Grant. I once wanted to live a normal life, too. Didn’t you force my hand?"

As she spoke, she gestured toward her man. "You’d better choose quickly. This is a one-time offer. Any second now, I might change my mind and decide to kill you both."

Jocelyn Grant looked at her.

"You’ll really let me go?"

Celeste Grant nodded.

"I swear."

At that moment, Ivan Hawthorne, who had been unconscious beside Jocelyn Grant, woke up and heard Celeste Grant’s words. His face was contorted with fury. "You... You, The Enchantress! Stop trying to sow discord between us! We’d rather die than be forced by you! Jocelyn, don’t be afraid. I won’t let them hurt you. If they want to kill you, they’ll have to step over my dead body first."

Jocelyn Grant looked at the man before her.

She reached out and took his hand.

"Ivan, I love you."

Hearing this...

Ivan Hawthorne’s face filled with emotion.

"Jocelyn, I love you too."

At that moment, Ivan Hawthorne was already preparing to use a Secret Technique to escape with Jocelyn Grant. ’Even if it makes me a cripple for the rest of my life, having Jocelyn is enough.’

Thinking of this,

Ivan Hawthorne stretched out his hand.

A piece of jade appeared in it.

He was just about to use the Forbidden Technique when, in the next instant, Jocelyn Grant threw her arms around him.

Jocelyn Grant was crying.

Tears streamed down her face.

A dagger appeared in her hand. Focusing her Cultivation, she plunged it straight into Ivan Hawthorne’s heart.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Ivan Hawthorne’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.

He spoke.

"You..."

"SOB... I’m sorry, Ivan... I don’t know what else to do. Our child is still so young... she can’t lose her mother. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."

Ivan Hawthorne coughed up blood, about to speak, when he saw Jocelyn Grant pull the dagger out with a pained expression. Blood splattered onto her body.

Even now, Ivan Hawthorne couldn’t believe it. The woman he had lived with for so many years, the mother of his two children, had stabbed him in the heart.

"Jocelyn... why?"

’Are you really the Jocelyn I love?’

"Did you ever really love me?"

"I did, I do love you, Ivan! I had no choice!"

’She truly did love Ivan Hawthorne. He was so good to her. But she was doing this for their children.’

’Ivan would surely understand her difficult position, right? She had no other way. If there had been any other choice, how could she possibly have brought herself to harm him?’

Jocelyn Grant cried wretchedly, the very picture of a helpless woman forced into a desperate corner. "Hate me, Ivan. In your next life, don’t ever meet me again. I’m just a wicked woman... SOB..."

Ivan Hawthorne found himself at a loss for words.

’He had been so close... so close to getting her away from here.’

"Just... live a good life."

"I don’t blame you."

Ivan Hawthorne truly loved Jocelyn Grant. So even in his final moments, he didn’t hate her. He only blamed himself for not being able to protect her.

Watching the man who leaned against her close his eyes,

Jocelyn Grant cried.

"Ivan... Don’t die."

"Ivan..."

At that moment, Jocelyn Grant looked up at Celeste Grant.

"Are you satisfied now, Celeste Grant?"

Celeste Grant: "..."

’When it came to being such a flagrant hypocrite, she really had to hand it to Jocelyn Grant.’