Chapter 80 You’re A Little Bastard
When she noticed Lilly standing by the doorway, she let out a hoarse shriek, “Lilly… Lilly…”
Her bright red nails were aimed right at Lilly’s throat.
Lilly turned pale.
She wasn’t someone who feared ghosts. Nothing could scare her except for the memories seared deep into her soul.
The woman before her was no stranger. It was Debbie Monroe!
Debbie was smiling wryly. Her teeth were chattering. “You caused me so much misery! You killed me…”
Lilly couldn’t help but take a step back but soon calmed herself.
I’m not scared. I’m not scared at all!
There’s no one who can hurt me now.
I have an amazing master who gave me a bracelet that made me stronger.
I’ve beaten Ms. Sumo Wrestler and even broke an iron railing!
I have eight uncles, Grandpa and Granny, my cousins…
She felt herself gaining strength.
She curled her hands into fists as she glared at her stepmother…
A voice at the back of her mind was screaming for her to beat her up!
Debbie couldn’t help scoffing at the sight of Lilly seemingly being scared silly.
Are you afraid now?!
Haha, I can still do whatever I please to her even when I’m dead. So what if she’s the Crawford family’s precious little princess?!
She deliberately tried to frighten Lilly and called out in an eerie voice, “Come join me in hell, Lilly… I’m so alone…”
Debbie revealed how miserable a state she was in as resentment and hatred churned within her.
This brat has been living quite a good life!
She’s now the apple of the family’s eye and living the life of a princess!
And, me? Stephen kicked me to my death. I’ve died so suddenly and inexplicably!
She had a bright future ahead of her and yet died so suddenly.
She killed Stephen and now wanted Lilly to join her in hell!
If she wasn’t happy, no one else got to be happy!
Debbie screeched and lunged at Lilly!
Pablo noticed how Lilly stood unmoving with her hands clenched into fists and immediately went forward.
He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder to feed her his power reserves. “You have nothing to fear, Tulip.”
Poor girl. She must be scared.
Pablo narrowed his eyes and was about to stuff Debbie right into the jar of souls when the little girl grabbed the woman by her arm and sent her flying!
The tumbling malignant spirit was subjected to eating dirt, leaving her stuck in a daze.
Pablo was caught off guard. “…?”
Even Debbie had no idea what had happened. “???”
The ghost baby who abruptly lost connection with its mother was also confused.
Lilly took the initiative to attack and drag the woman by her ankles.
“No mercy! No mercy!”
Debbie had turned into a sandbag that was meant to be beaten up.
She was furious. “Stop it!”
Lilly did not say a word. She continued to beat her up.
Debbie was exasperated.
How could this be?
I’m a resentful spirit who can take lives!
Why isn’t Lilly afraid? Why is she able to launch a counterattack on me instead?
Pablo finally realized he had made a fool of himself in hindsight.
Lilly wasn’t afraid at all. She was as brave as she could be.
Debbie’s resentful aura began to be absorbed into the jar.
She was flat on the ground like a sack that had been emptied out.
“You… How dare you…”
Her words were shaky as her strength left her.
Lilly finally let her go and took two steps back…to hug Bunny!
That scared me!
The five ghostly infants started to wail. The largest one dragged a blood-red path on the ground as it crawled toward Debbie to curl up in her arms.
The rest followed suit and acted like leeches that clung to her thighs.
Debbie ruthlessly shoved them aside and screamed, “Don’t touch me!”
The ghost infants felt wronged…
Lilly pursed her lips as she watched her and came to an understanding.
The largest infant was her “brother” who had never been born.
That was the miscarried child that died when Debbie tried to push her down the stairs but what about the other four?
Lilly asked, “Why does the stepmother have so many babies clinging to her, Master? Can she have that many babies in her tummy?”
If so, it’d be a pity to only fill her tummy with children.
She could’ve had fried chicken, ice cream, or kebabs there…
Lilly violently shook her head.
No! That’s not it! The children are important too.
What I want is more space for food after the fetuses are accounted for…
Ah… That sounds nice.
Pablo answered, “No, there was only one child in her belly. The others may have been fetuses that she aborted at an earlier point in time.”
The infants were filled with the hope of being born, only to be mercilessly aborted. These unwilling souls would later linger in the world of the living.
They didn’t wander but clung to their mother until she either died or they vanished first.
Pablo asked, “You’re already dead, Debbie. Why aren’t you joining the cycle of reincarnation?”
She had ended up becoming a resentful spirit too.
How much resentment did she carry?!
Debbie growled, “Why should I when I want Stephen and Lilly dead!”
She chortled. “Remember your Daddy, Lilly? Oh wait, he isn’t your daddy.”
“Your Mommy and Daddy never got officially married. There was no wedding. There was only a ‘wedding ceremony’…”
“I was the one who took your mother’s place that night in the bridal chambers! Hahaha…”
“I won! Your mother lost! I had her shipped off to multiple men after that!”
“It’s a pity your mother was lucky to not have died at the hands of those old perverts!”
“Hahaha! You’re a bastard child, Lilly! Who knows which pervert’s child you really are?!”
The more Debbie thought about it, the more she found herself unable to reconcile with her losses!
I was so naive!
I believed Stephen to be my best choice because he was the richest bachelor around!
She schemed to get stronger. She crushed Jean Crawford under her heel, won, and stopped being the third wheel.
She got everything that Jean failed to get.
It had been an unexpected blunder to find out that the man that she had put so much effort into was nothing but a piece of crap.
Lilly clung onto Bunny tighter.
She barely understood what Debbie was saying but what she did understand was that her father wasn’t actually her father.
My Daddy is an old and ugly man?
There’s eight of them?
