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.

for us, or I’ll guarantee you won’t have anywhere to

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 any

her 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 air. Not long after,

one police officer shouted as the rest of them pointed their guns and

being arrested, when she was clearly

you arresting me…?” she asked

from a file. “New evidence has turned up against you in the murder of May Lee

ago, they could not find any conclusive evidence to prove that she was the murderer. What could they have possibly

as best as she could. “Who is May Lee? What are

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 district

happen? Winona thought to herself. How could this actually

steps backward with a blanked-out expression as she stammered, “Wh… what are you talking about? Liam… what’s happening? How did I end up here? I… I don’t remember anything…” Her lips trembled as she sobbed. “Liam… I’m

hitting her head too hard?

considered Winona’s confused state of mind. “Uncle Anthony, what’s wrong with Aunt Winona?” she asked innocently. “Is she acting silly? Why does she need to act silly? She’s

she swallowed her pride in hopes of putting on a good show for the Crawfords. “Oh no, my head… my head hurts so much. I… can’t remember anything. Why am I here? Why are you arresting? I don’t know

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

to Winona and grabbed her by

they taking me away? What’s

a person could be convicted of the crime they had committed even if they lost their memory. As she was escorted by the officers into the patrol car,