Chapter 73

We arrived back home without zero information or knowledge about how to get to the money, and even though Christian appeared to be in a good mood, he also seemed stressed out about it.

“If your grandpa gave someone the order, we can just find out and ask the person if they know anything—“

“He’s dead, Serena.” Christian dropped the news. “My grandpa’s right hand is dead, and he’s been dead for over ten years now.”

“Oh,” I spoke, flustered at the unexpected question. “How about we buy an ouija board and talk to him?” I suggested and attempted to cheer him up. It seemed to have worked because Christian was able to laugh at my joke. “You’re so stupid sometimes.” He mocked me. “It’s never too late to go back to school.”

“Hey!” I yelled at him. “Don’t you think calling me stupid is a bit too much?”

“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” Christian apologized. “But what else do you expect me to say when you’re telling me to use an ouija board?”

“You’re really no fu