Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Uriah, on his last breath, gasped. “Pablo… he… he’s your master!” You…”

How could he take down his own master?

Uriah was at a loss for words from the shock— but it wasn’t like he had any strength to speak either way.

He felt a sense of dread!

He had thought that Pablo might at the very least let them go out of old times’ sake, but everything that had just happened had proven completely otherwise.

Pablo’s expression was cold as he smirked. “Master?”

“You shouldn’t have killed my family, then! Now I’ve turned into a malignant spirit, and I’m not going to let you go. You deserve this.”

As he spoke, a young man came running over shouting. This was Uriah’s oldest son.

“Dad! Grandpa!”

Pablo turned around slowly…

Uriah and Master Phillips widened their eyes. “No… Don’t—”

The boy, who could not have been more than eight or nine years old, stared at his chest in a daze.

Uriah could speak no longer, his eyes filled with rage and fear.

Master Phillips’ sobs had turned into howls. “Pablo… Pablo! How could you be so cruel! He’s just a child…”

How could he be so evil?

How could he have had the heart to do such a thing to a kid?

Pablo’s eyes grew bloodshot as his malignant energy flowed out of his body at once.

His grin glinted with murderous intent, and he said in a low voice, “Cruel?”

Uriah struggled as he opened his eyes. For some reason, Pablo had found a way to make it impossible for him to die even if he wanted to.

All he could do was watch as his beloved oldest son die before his eyes.

He roared with all his might, but his voice came out feeble and weak. “He’s just… child!”

“You’re… a monster… Pablo Belmont!”

A monster?

“Did you feel like a monster killing Nana and Reuben, huh?”

Pablo raised his hands. The thickest branches of cherry tree in the backyard flew out of the ground, chagrin towards Uriah and Master Phillips before stabbing them square in the stomach!

The splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the wind.

out cries of agony, wanting nothing

was trembling with pain. “Kill me if

was going to be a dead

that happen just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got more,

held Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just

still brightly shining,

white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail

spirit had

was going to suffer, regardless of

Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

me go, let

my son,

their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able to

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only three years

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know

“No—!”

over

could you do this? Are you

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife, Sylvia

completely untouched in the bloodbath,

She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her

you came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as handsome

dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming her

know, I never

first time I married

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a

to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth myself, what

out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single

slowly, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe I was able to see

could hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

for so many years, giving

them to not turn out to be

felt his world crumbling, his mind

not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had

fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt back

him thoroughly

fault! You did this to me,

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping

Crack!