The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 120

Jacob hurried over to comfort Mrs. Austin, gently coaxing her, “Honey, please, let’s not do this. Why don’t you try to get some rest?”

Tears streaked down Mrs. Austin’s face, her voice hoarse from crying. “Why won’t any of you believe me? Why?”

The living room descended further into chaos. Dylan’s expression darkened, and he shot a skeptical glance at the family doctor. “Doctor, are you sure she just needs rest? Will that really help her recover?”

The doctor nodded firmly. “Mr. Dylan, as long as you follow my instructions—keep the house calm and make sure Mrs. Austin’s emotions are stable—she should be just fine.”

But before anyone could react, Mrs. Austin suddenly collapsed to the floor in a heap, sobbing uncontrollably.

Everyone scrambled around in a panic. The doctor quickly administered a sedative, and after a tense few minutes, Mrs. Austin finally calmed down.

Dylan’s brow furrowed as he gave a cold order to his assistant. “Find out what’s really going on here. I want answers.”

The assistant hurried off to investigate, but it wasn’t long before he returned with bad news. “Sir, all the security cameras have been disabled. There’s nothing on record—no trace of anything.”

As soon as Mrs. Austin heard this, dread washed over her. She shot up from the sofa, her voice trembling with fear. “We’re doomed. It must be a ghost! A ghost destroyed our cameras. What are we supposed to do now?”

Mr. Hugh Austin, who had been silent until now, suddenly snapped. His face clouded with anger as he shouted at his wife, “If you’d stop making a fuss all the time, maybe the house wouldn’t be haunted!”

Meanwhile, Dylan was growing more frustrated with the chaos at home when his phone rang. It was Dennis, his assistant.

“Got it,” Dylan cut him off and hung up. His mind raced, trying to piece together Samuel’s motives and the possible fallout.

He glanced at his still-panicked family and spoke up, “I’ve got some work at the office that needs my attention. I’ll be back later.”

Mrs. Austin’s fear spiked as she pleaded, her voice breaking, “Dylan, don’t leave! Please! There really are ghosts in this house—aren’t you going to do something?”

Dylan paused at the door, then said, “Mom, stop letting your imagination run wild. Get some rest. If you’re really that scared, you can always stay somewhere else for a while.”

Without another word, he strode out of the house, climbed into his car, and sped off toward the company.