Spoiled by Eight Uncles

The boy was wheeled out of the operating theater.

His black lips and sunken cheeks took the youth out of the seven-year-old child.

Melody choked with sobs. “Ivan, Mommy is taking you home.”

If he could not be saved, so be it. The little man had tubes sticking out all over his body and lay alone on the operating table.

It was hard enough for the boy.

With the car driving off, Colton turned a corner and made his way toward the Crawfords’ family home.

Melody held Ivan in anguish without paying attention to where the car was going.

A phone call came in, and Colton tapped the button to accept. Karen’s exasperated voice came from the other end of the line.

“Where are you taking Ivan, Colt?”

Colton answered in a flat tone, “The doctor said that they can’t help Ivan, so I’m taking him to the Crawfords.”

He informed his mother about what Lilly said to him yesterday.

Karen was Ivan’s grandmother and a rather superstitious old lady.

She was on the extreme end when it came to superstition as she could only dine at an auspicious time.

Nevertheless, Colton’s reply only infuriated her further. “What’s the point of seeking help from a little girl? What does she know? I found a practitioner, so come back now with Ivan/”

Colton scowled. Karen had sought many practitioners, but these people were later revealed to be shams.

He answered, “That won’t be necessary.”

Melody did not mean to eavesdrop, but Karen’s loud voice could be heard from the phone.

“What do you mean it won’t be necessary? I’m telling you to come home now! I have Master Sullivan here. Do you know who Master Sullivan is? He’s not someone who can easily be invited. Master Sullivan has reached the pinnacle of spiritualism. Do you get it? You rather believe a little girl than a true practitioner.”

Colton faintly responded, “I’m hanging up.”

He then terminated the call.

Holding Ivan tightly in her arms, Melody asked, “Are we going to see Lilly?”

She had heard about the young heiress’ union with the Crawfords.

Colton queried, “Do you trust the girl?”

If Melody gave a negative answer… Colton would turn the car around and take Ivan home.

To his surprise, Melody firmly replied, “I trust her.”

the girl carried the boy

come to her before Ivan’s health

…

Karen was fuming after

come with me to

lady sat a practitioner with brows longer than his beard. He had

the mortal world. I have

her head. “Yes, I understand. It’s all my ungrateful son’s fault. I

before bringing up restoring Master Sullivan’s shrine and doing good

go with you and check out the kid who made these insensible

heart, Karen brought

…

breakfast, Lilly looked

think the

dream she had this morning. The ghost in the dream simply stared at her without a

might really become a ghost if he died. For all she

a corner, scribbling something in

find out? I

you remember what I taught you yesterday? The five

replied, “I do… I

gave her a skeptical

before he was

stars and signs to deduce a person’s fortune. Prophecy is the art of

basics to Lilly, and Lilly listened intently. There was no telling whether Lilly

can you try and

Lilly immediately looked around.

Fortune-telling… Pendulum…

got these two things in

lighting up, she ran to the artificial pond and fished out a tortoise that was basking in the

“Ha!”

the tortoise onto

tortoise tumbled and rolled around upside down before

tortoise

at a loss

a dome-shaped item could be used for the art of divination, but nothing was said about using a tortoise, and a live

What was she doing?

before the

was speechless. “What do you

boy isn’t dead, and he’s heading

a scammer too… Oh, the poor boy! He might not make

and got to the

a struggle, the tortoise craned its neck and bit on the grass

exclaimed, “Ah! There will be a turn of

Pablo had no words.

the hell? Was that supposed to be an