The Ghost Lake's Rule: No Smiths, No Exceptions - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Soon after, both of them stirred awake.
The first person Dex saw when he opened his eyes was me, and he was so frightened he kept backing away: "Don't come near me! Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
Rachel looked completely bewildered: "Honey, weren't you thrown overboard? How are you still on the boat?"
Just as I had suspected, Wesley Smith had possessed Rachel only after Dex was pushed into the lake, so her memory ended at the moment Dex was thrown off the boat.
"The female ghost is gone, and people surnamed Smith can cross the lake now. Tell me the truth."
I said casually while organizing my bag.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not surnamed Smith!"
"Your ancestor Wesley Smith has already been killed by me—his soul completely scattered—and you're still being stubborn?"
Hearing me say Wesley Smith' name, Dex froze and looked around at everyone in confusion.
That made sense—his memory was also incomplete.
So I told him and Rachel everything that had just happened, step by step.
After hearing my words, he finally spoke:
"My name is Jackson Smith. Dex Callahan is my twin brother. One of us took our father's surname, the other our mother's. I was using his ID."
"The reason I came today was because of a prophecy from a family elder many years ago. But passed down through generations, we only knew we had to come today—we didn't know why."
"Looking at it this way... maybe what he meant to say was that we absolutely shouldn't come."
Rachel also lowered her head and said quietly: "I thought he was challenging the scenic area's rules for thrills. When buying tickets, he said he was afraid being found out would affect me, so we sat separately after boarding. I never imagined it was all this!"
Now the truth was clear.
Jackson had only hidden that his surname was Smith—he hadn't committed any heinous crimes.
I had no right to punish him.
But his disregard for the lives of everyone on the boat and his wife—well, everyone's resentment and dissatisfaction with him had nothing to do with me.
I walked back to the boat's cabin and slowly steered toward the Blossom Isle.
Starting tomorrow, the scenic area would no longer have the rule that people surnamed Smith couldn't board the boat.
The Blossom Isle would be open to everyone.
The first person Dex saw when he opened his eyes was me, and he was so frightened he kept backing away: "Don't come near me! Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
Rachel looked completely bewildered: "Honey, weren't you thrown overboard? How are you still on the boat?"
Just as I had suspected, Wesley Smith had possessed Rachel only after Dex was pushed into the lake, so her memory ended at the moment Dex was thrown off the boat.
"The female ghost is gone, and people surnamed Smith can cross the lake now. Tell me the truth."
I said casually while organizing my bag.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not surnamed Smith!"
"Your ancestor Wesley Smith has already been killed by me—his soul completely scattered—and you're still being stubborn?"
Hearing me say Wesley Smith' name, Dex froze and looked around at everyone in confusion.
That made sense—his memory was also incomplete.
So I told him and Rachel everything that had just happened, step by step.
After hearing my words, he finally spoke:
"My name is Jackson Smith. Dex Callahan is my twin brother. One of us took our father's surname, the other our mother's. I was using his ID."
"The reason I came today was because of a prophecy from a family elder many years ago. But passed down through generations, we only knew we had to come today—we didn't know why."
"Looking at it this way... maybe what he meant to say was that we absolutely shouldn't come."
Rachel also lowered her head and said quietly: "I thought he was challenging the scenic area's rules for thrills. When buying tickets, he said he was afraid being found out would affect me, so we sat separately after boarding. I never imagined it was all this!"
Now the truth was clear.
Jackson had only hidden that his surname was Smith—he hadn't committed any heinous crimes.
I had no right to punish him.
But his disregard for the lives of everyone on the boat and his wife—well, everyone's resentment and dissatisfaction with him had nothing to do with me.
I walked back to the boat's cabin and slowly steered toward the Blossom Isle.
Starting tomorrow, the scenic area would no longer have the rule that people surnamed Smith couldn't board the boat.
The Blossom Isle would be open to everyone.
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