Mrs. Crowe's tone was still light and airy, but the words she spoke sent a chill down the spines of Second Uncle Crowe and his wife.
"Do you know? I actually died long ago, during my purification ritual.
I begged you to stop, but you didn't hold back at all. Especially you. When your hands were on me, do you know how disgusted I was?
Back then, I wanted nothing more than to grab a knife and chop off all your hands!"
As she spoke, Mrs. Crowe glared viciously at Second Uncle Crowe, her voice filled with hatred. She pressed the knife a little deeper.
Feeling the escalating pain in his neck, Second Uncle Crowe's fear reached its peak.
'This woman… she really wants to kill me!'
As he had this thought, a foul, acrid smell wafted up from behind him.
"Back then, you secretly took pictures of me. You'd use those photos to threaten me from time to time, forcing me to be your secret lover and cheat on your older brother.
