Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412 Traces of Possession by Evil Spirits.

Blake rang the doorbell, and shortly after, a maid came out, wearing a polite smile as she asked, “May I inquire about your identity?”

Glancing at the opulent villa and its surroundings, he replied nonchalantly. “I have a slight connection with Mrs. Fowler, so kindly inform her that my last name is MacNeil. In Clodston, the MacNeil farmily was the only one bearing that surname and holding a certain status. He believed that upon hearing this surname, Madam Fowler, if not foolish, would promptly emerge.

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The maid acknowledged with a nod and responded, “Very well, please wait for a moment.”

Once the maid departed. Lilly inquired, “Dad, do you know Auntie Fowler?”

Blake admitted, “I don’t

It puzzled her. “Then why did you claim to have an acquaintance with her?”

Shamelessly, he replied, “Well, we’re all descendants of the same ancestors, so isn’t that a form of acquaintance?”

Lilly was shocked. She grasped the concept of “descendant” as her older brother had recently explained it to Hannah during their lesson. However, she wondered if the term could be used in such a context. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. She felt she had gained some inexplicably impressive knowledge, but struggled to articulate it fully.

Next to them, Grace thought to herself, “Descendants. It means more than just being acquainted. It could even imply being relatives, right?”

Shortly after, a pale and fragile lady rushed out, her face drained of color. Hurriedly, she suddenly began, coughing, causing her pale complexion to flush red. “I… I apologize…”

Her speech came in interrupted bursts, heavily punctuated by bouts of coughing. Yet, amidst her urgency, she extended her hand in a gesture of invitation, the intensity of her coughing increasing.

A person in their thirties or forties coughed, emitting a feebleness typically associated with someone in their seventies or eighties.

Blake reached out his hand and applied gentle pressure his voice clear and icy as he spoke, “No need to hurry.”

The lady remained quiet. Her expression was unchanged.

Lilly saw no problem with her father’s words and comforted, “Mmm, Auntie Fowler, take your time.”

The lady remained silent, offering no response.

Lilly discreetly observed the lady, contemplating the peculiar presence of a gloomy aura lingering above her head, undoubtedly left behind by a malevolent spirit. However, there was no sign of the spirit’s presence on the lady herself. It was perplexing.

Pablo clarified, “This residual aura is the imprint left by an evil spirit. Lilly, do you recall if she visited

Chris before?”