Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 8

The woman looked so grimaced.

The White family was a noble and powerful family, and the person who was in charge of attending the deceased had sneaked away to sleep. If this got out, people would gossip a lot.

Crystal was still drowsy. She had no idea who this woman was.

She just felt that the members of the White family were all fierce!

The help next to her prompted her, “Ma’am, this is Master White’s uncle’s wife. You should call her Mrs. White.”

Then, Crystal finally knew who the person in front of her was.

Harold was the eldest son of the White family’s main branch. His mother had passed away when he was just a little boy. His father had become a monk out of grief and no longer bothered with the affairs of the family. Harold had an uncle who had two sons and a daughter. The woman standing here was his uncle’s wife, Freda Garcia.

Freda disliked this new bride, so her voice turned even grumpier. “Didn’t the Evans teach you etiquette? Or do you think that the White family is a countryside household, and you can do anything as you please? I’m your elder, and today, I’m going to teach you the rules!”

“You, bring me the family punishment tool!”

The staff looked at each other. No one dared to move. Someone went up to Freda to talk her out of it. “Ma’am, if Mrs. White finds out about this, I’m afraid…”

Freda glared at the help. “It’s just a trivial matter, and I can’t say anything about it?”

The help didn’t dare to persuade her anymore.

Harold White was already dead. Of course, the head position of the White family would belong to Freda’s husband soon. So, defying her was undoubtedly courting death.

The staff didn’t dare to linger. In less than five minutes, she came back with a thick ruler and handed it to Freda. The latter then weighed the ruler in her hand, her eyes sparking evilly. “Get her!”

The helps stepped forward and grabbed hold of Crystal’s hands and feet, making her bend over the bed.

“I punish you today in order to let you learn your lesson. When you come to the White family, you have to abide by the White family’s rules.”

Crystal looked at the thick stick. Immediately, she was frightened.

In the past, her grandmother often hit her with this kind of stick. Sometimes, it was because she didn’t finish her chores before nightfall. Sometimes, it was because she didn’t feed the pigs. And, because she was a girl, the people in the village always laughed at her grandmother. It made the old woman so mad she would vent her anger on her.

Every time she was beaten, she would need half a month to recover. Her parents didn’t care about her. They didn’t even get her any medicine. Her brother often laughed at her. In short, she had spent her childhood working hard and being beaten.

While Crystal was trembling with fear, Freda asked, “Tell me, how did you get to this place?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

This girl had just arrived at the White family’s residence yesterday, so there was no reason for her to

come to this room.

Crystal blurted out, “It was Master White who brought me here.”

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone gasped.

Harold’s casket was still outside!!!

She said Master White had taken her here. Did it mean his body had risen?

Freda felt a chill run down her spine. Her expression changed drastically. “Nonsense! Harold’s corpse is still in the casket. How could he… bring you here!”

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Crystal insisted on her own statement. “I didn’t lie. He gave me something to eat last night. At first, he asked me to die as a sacrifice for him, but I begged him not to, so he let me sleep here.” She swore to God that if she lied, she would never be able to have a muffin for the rest of her life! Crystal sounded so real and confirmative that she scared the wit out of everybody else…