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 with pain. “Kill me

was going to be a dead

happen just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve

the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips

brightly shining, the walls covered with

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

malignant spirit had come for

was going to suffer, regardless

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

me go, let

kill my son, please, no, no

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

stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

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

“No—!”

over his face, and he

burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

were completely untouched in the

in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed

smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as handsome

she could not see the

just want you to know, I never let

the first

expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

procreate, but had a whole

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

could to give birth… and so, not a single one

on her face. “I can’t believe I

hardly believe

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving them his

for them to not

crumbling,

these children weren’t his, but that his

was feeling everything

him thoroughly

it’s all your fault! You

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his

Crack!