Spoiled by Eight Uncles

The little spatula had knocked Winona with such force that she momentarily let go of Hannah who dropped onto the floor. Winona stumbled backward onto the road, almost getting hit by the passing car. She came to her senses at the very last second, jumping out of the way and narrowly avoiding a crash. However, she took a fall by the roadside and hit her head on the curb.

“Are you crazy?!” the car driver shouted as he drove past.

Liam quickly scooped a shellshocked Hannah into his arms. Anthony eyed the little spatula lying on the floor. It was a gift from Gilbert to Lilly for her to use as an accessory when she played house. Who would have thought it would be the weapon to knock Winona out and cause her head to bleed?

Lilly fidgeted with her tiny hands, looking uncomfortable. “Uncle Anthony, I might have used too much stwength…” Her Uncle Anthony had always warned her not to display her strength in public. Oh no, she made a boo-boo.

Anthony looked at his niece’s guilty face and ruffled her soft hair. “It’s alright, Lilly. She deserved it.” Anthony was not too worried since they were only among family right now.

From afar, they could see Winona lying on the ground, clutching her bleeding head and moaning in pain. Her head was ringing as it bled profusely. She could feel a growing bump on her forehead, caused by the rock her head had landed on when she tripped.

She grasped for air and let out a strangled sigh as she cried. “Liam, it hurts… hug me please…”

Members of the Crawford family, who had been discussing the commotion in hushed murmurs and whispers, all turned to look at Winona Jackson.

Liam was not one to say much usually, but even he was stunned by his ex-wife’s antics. “Are you sick? Hug you? I’d rather hug a pig.” Winona remained silent.

is finalized. Don’t make things difficult for us, or I’ll

on the ground wincing in pain and nursing her injuries, yet the Crawfords could not find it in them to have a sliver of pity or empathy for her. She wondered if

back. She should have refused to leave on the very day they kicked her out of the house. Her regretful thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud sirens blaring in the

shouted

she end up being

you arresting me…?”

against you in the murder of May

conclusive evidence to prove that she was the murderer. What could they have possibly found now? Were they trying to frame

she could. “Who is May Lee? What

clutching onto a wrapped piece of paper. Based on our forensic team’s analysis, the fingerprints on the paper belong to you, Ms. Jackson,” the police officer explained before producing another document from his file. “The wrapping contained some bank notes. We traced the bank notes to the ATM machine the money was withdrawn from based on the serial number. The $20,000 was withdrawn by you from an ATM machine in a neighboring

actually happen?

stammered, “Wh… what are you

were stunned into silence. Did she lose her memory from hitting her head too hard? The timing was

to one side as she considered Winona’s confused state of mind. “Uncle Anthony, what’s wrong with Aunt Winona?” she asked

more than to give Lilly a piece of her mind, but she swallowed her pride in hopes of putting on a good show for the Crawfords. “Oh no, my head…

at a loss at what to do, but the commanding officer took charge quickly enough. “We’ve seen plenty of criminals who claim insanity or memory loss, so your tricks

officers walked up to Winona and grabbed her by the arms on each

out pitifully. “Why are they taking me away? What’s going

a good show that could fool any stranger. Unfortunately, it was of no use in the eyes of the law, since a person could be convicted of