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.

Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting

was trembling with

to be

Pablo refused to let that happen just yet.

father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like

lanterns were still brightly shining, the

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

had come

going to suffer,

household turned

“Help… help!”

me go,

son, please, no,

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

stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my

He doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over

into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do this?

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

completely untouched in

the slightest. She sat by her bed,

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

dreamily, as if she could not see

want you to know,

Uriah’s wine the first time I married

the arrow slowly going

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

their position in the family.

kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children

face. “I can’t believe I

hardly believe what he

Not his children?

loved these children for so many years, giving

not turn out to

crumbling, his mind shaking even

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

was feeling everything Pablo had felt

him thoroughly lose

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

his eyes, finally sparing

Crack!