Susan Lewis listened, her already pale face instantly turned purple, looking around, fearing to see her dead husband.
"I, I don't believe you, you're talking nonsense."
Tiana Thorne lazily curved her lips into a smile: "He's lying on your shoulders, clutching your ears, staring at you menacingly, ready to drag you down the path to the underworld at any moment."
Upon hearing this, Susan Lewis went completely mad: "Impossible, impossible."
Tiana gently licked her lips, then widened her eyes: "Oh, he even wiped his snot with his thumb and smeared it on your clothes."
Hearing this, Susan finally couldn't help but scream,
This time, she completely believed Tiana. She had always loathed Eugene Jennings because he would always wipe his snot on her.
She felt nauseated.
At this moment, the feeling of disgust was gone, replaced only by fear, her legs buckled, and with a thud, she fell to her knees.
