Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 84

The man lying on the bed was as still as a stone. Valentine Taylor began to feel slightly creeped out. If he had not heard Mr. Rosewood’s voice through the intercom just a few moments ago, he would have thought… Hold on. If Mr. Rosewood was indeed dead, then whose voice was that through the intercom…? Valentine felt the hairs on his back stand as the thought occurred to him.

“Mr. Rosewood…?” Valentine called out cautiously.“Go ahead and open it,” the figure lying on the bed finally croaked out weakly.

Charlie immediately walked toward the windows and pulled the blinds open before unlatching the windows. Sunlight filtered into the room together with a breeze of fresh air, brightening up the dreary space. It also made it possible for the group to see Mr. Rosewood clearly. He was a gaunt old man with gray skin, sunken features and skinny as a bag of bones. His eyes could barely open as his unfocused pupils finally landed on Lilly.

“Did you say… you found Amelia’s remains?” he rasped, clearly struggling for breath. It was like he was summoning all his remaining energy to speak to Lilly.

Josh covered his face with his hands, while Valentine’s legs felt shaky. How could a living person look so terrifying? Lilly on the other hand walked up to the old man fearlessly and placed her hand around his bony arm.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Rosewood. I know where she is,” Lilly comforted the old man. The red string bracelet around her tiny wrist began to emit a weak flow as she spoke, and the energy from the bracelet seemed to ebb and flow into the old man’s body. Everyone else could almost sense the dreadful energy in the room lifting and disappearing slowly as the old man’s eyes seemed to come back to life.

Rosewood was able to prop himself up weakly, trying his best to sit up. Noticing this, Valentine immediately went over to help him. “Mr. Rosewood, why are you alone in this big, old house? You can’t possibly take care of

discern any other rotting scent coming from the old man. As he looked around the

slow sigh. “What’s there to take care?

the top of his head. Master Pablo had once told her that the burning incense represents how long more a person got to

buried under the school’s football field,” Lilly told him without waiting for him to ask again. “Her name was Amelia Rosewood, and her best friend was Roxanne

there… Bring me to Amelia…” he wheezed. It had been more than ten years. He never thought he would live to find his daughter’s remains, but there

scene even if you head

immediately sprang into action and rushed out of the

keep an eye too!” Lilly

conscience. When my worker’s parents turned ill, I gave them

jaw dropped ever so slightly. Did the old

“Grandpa Rosewood, why didn’t you find out where Amelia was buried? How did she die?”

precious kind-hearted sweetheart. She was the kind of person who would give her favorite limited-edition dresses to her best friend. She was also always considerate of Roxanne’s feelings, so she would tear the tags off

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