Spoiled (Lily)

Chapter 81

Debbie was cursing viciously. “All you are is a little bastard! You are the lowest of the low! So what if

you’re the little princess of the Crawford family? The blood that runs through your veins still belongs to

dirty trash from the lowest rungs of society!”

She harbored all that resentment within her. Every word out of her mouth was vicious and blunt.

Pablo frowned. With a snap of his fingers, he had a talisman seal her lips shut!

“What a dirty mouth you have, “Pablo said with disgust.

Debbie whined and whimpered now that she was no longer able to spew curses.

“Take a shower and go to sleep, Lilly. I’ll deal with her,” Pablo said.

The resentful energy and aura that Debbie carried with her were already being absorbed by the jar.

Her soul body would no longer be able to maintain its form. She wouldn’t be able to harm anyone but it

was still better for her spirit to be extinguished.

Something like that wasn’t something he was going to subject Lilly to.

Lilly seemed to want to ask more but decided against it. She obeyed. “Okay, Master.”

She ran into the room with Bunny in her arms, took a set of pajamas, and went to the bathroom.

Pablo turned to Debbie. “I’m curious. How did you die?”

“You said it was Stephen who did it so how did he die?”

He stroked his chin with great interest as he sized her up.

She stubbornly turned away.

He raised a brow. “Hah, still have a stubborn streak, do you?”

He waved a finger and extinguished half of her soul.

Debbie let out a muffled grunt of pain.

“I was just curious. It’s not as if I have to know. If you won’t tell me, I’ll just send you on your way.”

“…”

She didn’t really have a choice but to speak now but that still required him to remove the talisman!

It was only then that he realized his mistake. “Oh, I forgot it was still on you.”

Fatigue and hopelessness washed over her.

Debbie no longer had the energy to fight back after the talisman was peeled off. She simply lay there

like a fish on a chopping block.

“Stephen kicked me to my death…”

It happened during Lilly’s birthday party. They had gone to the trouble of visiting the Crawford family

from the South City countryside.

Anthony had mercilessly sent them off on their way in a police car.

Stephen was screaming at her for getting in his way in the vehicle and had repeatedly kicked her head

in his frenzy.

“The police car is a prison car specially designed to escort prisoners. There were seats on both sides of

the car, surrounded by iron railings. Those railings are locked… You understand don’t you?”

His kicks had been so ruthless, they sent her crashing against the iron railings head-first.

That was when her head made contact with the padlock.

The lock pierced right through her skull and ruptured her cranial arteries. That was how she died.

“If I hadn’t died there, I would’ve just been locked up for a few days before being released for spreading

rumors. I could’ve gotten plastic surgery once I was let go…”

Jonas Crawford, the golden boy of film, was going to be her target.

Once she got her identity changed, her beautiful appearance would’ve allowed her an early debut. The

early bird got the worm after all.

If that didn’t work out, she could always apply for a job as a nanny for the Crawfords. She could do

anything to get close to Lilly…

She knew Lilly well enough to deal with her without breaking a sweat.

Children were most easily cajoled.

Getting Lilly on her side, getting into the house, and finding a way to climb into Jonas’s bed… She

could very well have become a lady of the Crawford family!

Her plans were all cut short because she died!

Pablo snickered and asked, “So, how did Stephen die?”

Debbie flashed a cold grin. “What else do you think? I’m a resentful spirit who can scare people to their

deaths.”

Stephen had already been living a miserable life in prison.

The Crawfords had bribed the prison to “take care of him”. He was viciously oppressed. His only source

of drinking water was the toilet. His meals were always leftovers that had been spit into.

She manifested before him several times to scare him into incontinence.

In the end, he took a brick and smashed his own head with it.

Pablo nodded. Lilly should be almost done by now. “Are you done? You should have no other reason to

stay now.”

Debbie began to protest. “Hold on, I already told you everything I know. Why aren’t you letting me go?!”

He raised a brow. “Oh, did I ever say I was going to let you go?”

Without waiting for her reply, he snapped his fingers and watched as she ceased to exist. The world

would no longer suffer a woman by the name of Debbie Monroe.

The ghost baby continued to scramble about in a daze. Lilly rejoined them in the room in her cherry-

print pajamas after her shower. “Hey, where’s stepmother?”

“She left.”

That took Lilly by surprise. “We don’t need to catch her?”

“She can no longer endanger anyone. Her soul will vanish from the earth even if we don’t catch her. Let

her be.”

The ghostly infants would have to be temporarily kept in the jar of souls. They would be free to go once

the opportunity for them to reincarnate arrived!

Lilly nodded. “Okay.:

There was a knock on the door. Bettany walked in to nag at the girl for not yet sleeping and offered to Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

read her a bedtime story.

The little girl obediently got into bed and listened to Bettany reading her a story until she finally fell

asleep.

Bettany gently ruffled Lilly’s hair and wanted to kiss the child on her forehead but found herself unable

to do so.

She couldn’t stand up and Lilly was already asleep.

“Ah, my age is catching up with me.” Bettany threw her granddaughter reluctant looks. “Who knows

how long this old bag of bones can remain by your side…?”

Pablo leaned by the wayside as he watched the sleeping child.

The kid must’ve wanted to ask who her father was.

It was only natural for her to be hurt after being so viciously called a bastard.

“Looking for your Dad, huh…” Pablo took out his booklet. “That’s easy to do. All I need is ten seconds.”

He concentrated his energy on opening the latter half of the booklet he usually wouldn’t be able to

reach.

The veins in his forehead were rippling from the strain until he finally turned the page that belonged to

Lilly.

“Damn… It’s going to take up all my energy if I try this every time unless it flips open by itself…”

Despite his painstaking efforts to open it, the column where her biological parents read, “Mother – Jean

Crawford and Father – N/A”.

“…”

F*ck!

He closed the booklet to stroke his nose bridge. He lightly cleared his throat. “Forget it. You don’t need

to know who your father is. It’s information we don’t need.”

Lilly, meanwhile, was deeply asleep.

She dreamt that she was in the middle of a dense fog where she could barely make out shadows of a

forest in the distance.

“Over here, Lilly.” A deep, soothing voice rang out.

“Daddy?” She blurted out and sped toward the direction of the forest but no matter how she tried, her

destination never got closer.

She flopped onto the floor in her exhaustion when laughter rang in her ear. “Hehe.”

That scared her. She was greeted by an old woman in a green Victorian ball gown as soon as she

turned around. The elder was laughing.

“You’re looking for your Daddy? I know who he is. Let me tell you…”

The old woman reached out…

That immediately shocked Lilly awake.