Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Bettany’s vision was still blurry, and she had a lingering feeling that something had flown over, but she could not see it.

She looked suspiciously at the frying pan in Josh’s hand, thinking that the flickering black shadow might have been caused by the pan.

“Why did you bring a frying pan here?” Bettany asked, puzzled.

Josh’s eyes widened as he stared at the head floating behind his grandmother. The head, still recovering from the beating, floated up from behind Bettany and fixed its gaze on Josh.

Josh felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at by the head.

Bettany turned around to see what Josh was looking at and asked again, “What are you looking at? I’m asking you something! Why do you have a pan…”

Josh panicked and blurted out a nonsense excuse, “I… I was going to fry an egg for Grandpa.”

Hugh and Bettany exchanged bewildered glances, while Drake remained silent and frowned.

Hugh, maintaining his serious expression, spoke firmly, “You don’t need to fry anything. Go home immediately.”

The two brothers obediently turned to leave. As they walked out, they overheard other family members of patients passing by, expressing admiration for their filial behavior.

“These brothers are so young, yet they’re quite devoted to their grandparents…”

“That’s right. Unlike my ungrateful son, I’ve been in the hospital for so long, but he rarely visits. He just pops in for a short while and then leaves.”

As the two brothers approached the elevator, Josh kept glancing over his shoulder.

Drake noticed his behavior and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Josh exclaimed in horror, “It’s following me!”

As soon as the doors shut, Josh felt a wave of

This head is terrifying!

covered in blood, and its hair was matted together with dried, blackened blood. Despite staring at it for a while, Josh still could not discern whether it

there a dismembered head in the hospital?” he wondered aloud. “And it’s

to think more logically. “The neck was cleanly cut. It looks like

the elevator, he could sense the tension building in his own

“Ding…”

the first floor, and the

out, picking up their pace

Josh abruptly halted and

it?” Drake

following me again…”

Josh hurriedly made

cloudiness hung in the

quickened his

to find the bus approaching just in time. Josh rushed toward it, glancing back to see the head still

care about your image at a

escaped the unsettling presence of the head. The bus driver, noticing the boys’ perspiration, spoke kindly, “Don’t worry, I saw

the driver adjusted the air conditioner to cool

could not help but shiver as the bus became chilly. He glanced ahead and

his anger and fear any longer. His

in front of him turned around, her

who had sent him a love letter before, looked at her

girl greeted Drake in a soft voice, “Hi, Drake. It’s me… I’m in the

was. She was the girl who had written a love letter to someone despite not