Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 85

Everyone listened to Old Mr. Rosewood attentively as he recounted the details of his daughter’s mysterious death. The mood was somber and heavy, almost as if they were trapped in a room that made breathing difficult. Anthony glanced at Lilly and found her holding Old Mr. Rosewood’s hand in hers gently, listening to his story without fear nor judgment. Anthony was not sure if Lilly fully grasped the gruesomeness of the murder incident, or if she should even be allowed to hear these things in the first place. Yet, he knew Lilly was not your average 4-year-old child.

“That means… Roxanne also only found out where Amelia was buried after she died and turned into a ghost,” Pablo observed. What about the other 17 skeletons underneath the field?“Don’t be too upset, Grandpa Rosewood,” Lilly tried to comfort the old man. She brought herself closer to him and whispered some words in his ear. Old Mr. Rosewood expression turned from one of shock and surprise to joy before finally calming down.

“Great!” there was a vicious bite to his tone. “It is karma!”

Lilly noticed that the incense candle above his head was about to burn out soon. “Grandpa Rosewood, is there anything else you need our help with?” she asked.

Old Mr. Rosewood shook his head tiredly. “No… There’s nothing else you can do for me. I can be with my wife now. Before she died, she still reminded me to keep looking for our daughter…” His eyes were heavy, and he was desperately trying to keep them open. “Oh yes, if you could, could you help me look for someone?”

“I can try,” Lilly nodded, but Old Mr. Rosewood remained silent. His eyes were already shut, and he had fallen into an eternal slumber. His face looked like he was at peace, with his lips curved up in a slight smile.

The room fell deathly silent. There was a complicated emotion playing in Valentine’s eyes. When Mrs. Rosewood passed on, it was Mr. Rosewood who organized her affairs and arranged for her funeral, but now, there were no other Rosewoods alive. Valentine hesitated for a moment, but finally sent out a text message instructing someone to arrange for Mr. Rosewood’s funeral and cremation.

“Let’s go!” Anthony said as he grabbed hold of Lilly’s hand gently.

“Hold on,” Lilly stopped him. A wandering soul had emerged from Old Mr. Rosewood’s dead body, staring at his surroundings blankly.

on…” The ghost of Old

greeted him. “You haven’t told us the favor you were going

than his human form, perhaps because he was no longer

find and take care of the boy, but

before he died. Mr. Rosewood observed Lilly in a new light as he told this story, and he could not

given her. 256 years old… Last name MacNeil

it!” Lilly

entered the room once again. “Mr. Crawford, the police have already made their way to the crime scene. They’ve started digging

lady in the green dress still silently observing

I should go and look for Amelia,” Old Mr. Rosewood said. As if there was an invisible string leading the way, Old Mr. Rosewood somehow knew which way

to Anthony as she raised her left hand to wave at Old Mr. Rosewood.

Taylor cleared her throat and followed closely behind Lilly. “Lilly… Lilly…” she howled. “I knew your

face the old lady. “Who was my father?” she demanded

old lady droned

Lilly asked, but the old lady only shook her head

“MacNeil… MacNeil…”

frowned in deep thought for a moment before speaking.

was thinking about all the other ghosts she had encountered previously. Her stepmother used

turned angry, she repeatedly yelled out, “It’s not fair…. It’s

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