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.

Liam is finalized. Don’t make things difficult for us, or I’ll guarantee you won’t

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

they kicked her out of the house. Her regretful thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud sirens blaring in

Jackson, you are under arrest!” one police officer shouted as the rest of them pointed their

she end up being arrested, when she was

are you arresting me…?”

up against you in the murder of May Lee six years ago. Winona Jackson, you are now under arrest for murder in accordance with the

to prove that she

May Lee? What are you talking about? I don’t know a

The hand was 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 district six

herself. How could this actually happen? It had been

stammered, “Wh… what are you talking about? Liam…

head too hard?

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

piece of her mind, but she swallowed her pride in hopes of putting on a good show for the Crawfords. “Oh no, my head… my head hurts so

of the police squad were 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

Winona and grabbed her

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

in the eyes of the law, since 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, Winona