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.

let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more

kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain.

he was going to

to let that happen just yet. “What’s the rush?

the branch pierced through

lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls

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

had come

going to suffer, regardless of

the Phillips household turned

“Help… help!”

me go,

kill my son, please, no, no

with their children in tow—

Uriah sobbed. “Let

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him go,

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and he quickly

“Pablo, how could you do this? Are you

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

untouched in the

was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with

smiled at him. “It’s been ten

not see the hand he

just want you to know, I

wine the first time I married him. He can’t

arrow

ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a good job,

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

out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so,

her face. “I can’t believe I was able

could hardly believe what

Not his children?

for so many years, giving

to not

crumbling, his

most painful part of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt

him

it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took

finally sparing

Crack!