Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 113

Chapter 8

Turns out, vanity is universal.

Bernard stared, jaw dropping, as I laid cucumber slices over Eleanor’s burnt face.

“You old bat,” he muttered.

“We’re here to scare the new daughter-in-law, not get a facial.”

I shot a glare at the Boss, hung up on one word.

“Wait, ‘new’ one? Were there others before me?”

The Boss froze. Dark smoke poured off him like exhaust.

Desperate to prove himself, he reached out and-rip-tore his mother’s head right off

her shoulders.

Talk about a dysfunctional family.

He gave me a sheepish, lopsided grin.

“There wasn’t anyone else,” he promised.

“Meg killed them before they even got in the door.”

Eleanor slammed her head back onto her neck and fixed her cucumber slices.

She glared at her husband from empty sockets.

“Shut your trap, you old fool. Go start dinner

He did as he was told, shuffling toward the kitchen, dragging his sack and a trail of heavy, wet ‘rope’ behind him.

Red slime instantly smeared the floorboards d just scrubbed.

Meg stood up, trying to wiggle out of dinner.

“Grandma, no offense, but Grandpa’s cooking is gross.”

Chapter B

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