The evil spirit that had always surrounded him had already completely disappeared. Without the protection from the royal embalmer’s blood, the ancient curse of the Orville Family had started to show its terrible effects once again. That family was doomed.
My mother-in-law looked very scared. Her face turned as pale as paper.
She grabbed my hand tightly while speaking with guilt in her tone, "Joanne, I beg you, Alex was just a little child. Please don't blame everything on Charles. You can still have other children in the future. I will teach Charles a lesson this time and make him deal properly with that homewrecker outside."
"Please, don't leave. I beg you on my knees. If you leave, the Orville Family will be completely destroyed. Everyone here will die … "
Yet, her words seemed distant and meaningless to me. It was as if they were coming from very far away. Meanwhile, I slowly reached out and touched my son's shriveled little cheek as I felt how cold and lifeless it had become.