In my son’s bedroom, two figures were tangled together on the bed.
Annette’s eyes looked dreamy and seductive, while her cheeks were red with excitement.
She said in a soft, sweet voice, "The priest said that the boy’s bed is the best place to get rid of evil spirits. As long as we sleep on this bed for three days and three nights, no bad luck will happen to us anymore."
Even though it was such an obvious lie, Charles still accepted it happily without thinking at all.
He grabbed Annette’s waist even tightly, while his movements on top of her became even rougher and more eager.
"Gosh, you are like a little succubus! How come you have so many tricks? Every time I cannot stop myself, only you can only think of this kind of method. Fine, I will listen to you. Do you want to sleep in Joanne's bed for once?"
My son's half-scattered spirit was still guarding the bed. At such a young age, he could not understand what his father was doing and without a real body, his spirit could not see or feel clearly. My heart broke completely and tears quickly filled my eyes.
Just when I was about to lead my son's spirit away, Charles found me.
As if he wanted to take revenge on me, he hugged Anette even tighter.
"You still know how to come back?" he coldly asked.
"I thought you were too busy preparing the funeral and refused to leave the hospital morgue."
"You only think about dead people all day long. Just looking at you is unlucky! If you like preparing funerals so much, why did you not just marry a corpse? Wouldn’t it be great for you to embalm corpses like crazy every day?"
"Since you are the young Mrs. Orville, you should behave like one. Stop acting crazy like this! If you had not been embalming corpses all year round, your son would not have needed a blood transfusion and Annette would not have been cursed either!"
"Letting you stay in the Orville Family is already the biggest kindness I've ever given to you, so don’t you ever push your luck!"
When Charles said that, Annette's eyes were full of pride as if she wanted to provoke me, which almost made me lose my mind from hatred.
I knew very well that the so-called blood transfusion was just a trap she had planned against me. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted so much to tear her face apart. In fact, I even wanted to kill the baby growing inside her and let it be buried with my Alex.