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.

us, or I’ll guarantee you won’t have anywhere to go in Clodston,” Old Mrs. Bettany

pain and misery she felt. She was lying 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 any of them had a beating heart. She could not understand why they were so insistent on tearing Liam and her apart and

about begging the Crawfords to take 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, two

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

mortified. How did she end up being arrested, when she

arresting me…?” she

the murder of May Lee six years ago. Winona Jackson, you are now under

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

she could. “Who is May Lee? What are you talking about? I don’t know

producing another document from his file. “The wrapping contained some bank notes. We traced the bank notes to the ATM machine

thought to herself. How could this actually happen? It had been so long

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

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 innocently. “Is she acting silly? Why does she need

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 anything!!”

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 won’t work here. You’re still fully responsible for the crime you committed, lady. Take her

up to Winona and grabbed her by the arms on each

please!” Winona cried out pitifully. “Why are they taking me away? What’s going on?! I’m not pretending here.

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