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.

and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more

Uriah was trembling

that he was going to be a dead man for sure

let that happen just yet. “What’s

father by the branch pierced through them, walking

brightly shining, the

the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving

spirit had come

to suffer, regardless of

time, the Phillips household turned

“Help… help!”

go, let me

son, please, no,

running for their lives with their children in tow— but not

Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent!

“No—!”

baby’s brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

could you do

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife, Sylvia

untouched in the bloodbath, but

sat by her bed, dressed

came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but

could not see the hand he had raised and the

want you to know, I never let you

Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He

arrow slowly going into

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

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

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

“I can’t believe I

hardly believe what he

Not his children?

these children for so many

not

crumbling, his mind

of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling

him

Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness away from

finally sparing

Crack!