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.”

girl carried the boy

also said to come to her before Ivan’s health took a turn for the

…

fuming after

you… come with

lady sat a practitioner with brows longer

interfere with the mortal world. I have already made an exception by

I understand. It’s all my ungrateful son’s fault. I can’t believe he’s going to

up restoring Master Sullivan’s shrine

go

heart, Karen brought him to the Crawfords’

…

Lilly looked out

you think the boy will be

morning. The ghost in the dream simply stared at her

that the ghost might really become a ghost if he died. For all she knew, he would

cross-legged in a corner, scribbling something

out? I

five practices of

replied, “I do… I

gave her a skeptical

was snoozing away before he was even

reading the stars and signs to deduce

Lilly listened intently. There was no

you try and look into

Lilly immediately looked around.

Fortune-telling… Pendulum…

these two things in her

ran to the artificial pond and fished out a tortoise that was basking in

“Ha!”

tortoise onto

tumbled and rolled around upside

tortoise

was at a loss

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

What was she doing?

the

“What do you

dead, and he’s heading our

Oh, the poor boy! He might not make

was down on all fours and

craned its neck and bit on the grass to

exclaimed, “Ah! There will be

Pablo had no words.

to be