Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 117


    Chapter 117 Its not sure who scares who


    A woman stood outside the door, with Kellen next to her.


    Kellen held a sharp knife to the woman’s neck.


    This woman is none other than Sylvia!


    “Don’t move.” Kellen’s voice was t, with a hint of cold killing intent invisible.


    Sylvia’s eyes widened, and she repeated in panic, “Don’t cut off my head. Don’t cut off my head.”


    Kellen narrowed his eyes.


    When the kitchen knife flew over in the afternoon, she also disappeared in fright, repeatedly saying not


    to chop her head off.


    When a normal person sees a knife flying towards him or touching his neck, he should say ‘don’t kill


    me’ or ‘help’.


    This woman is really abnormal.


    “Who are you?” Kellen’s voice was cold.


    Sylvia’s face was pale, and she said tremblingly, “I’m Sylvia.”


    Kellen and Martin exchanged nces.


    “What are you doing here?” Martin asked.


    Sylvia stammered and said, “I couldn’t sleep at night, and I just heard something going on.”


    She rolled her eyes andnded on Wade: “It seems to be Wade’s voice. Is Wade okay?”


    A gleam of coldness shed in Martin’s eyes, but he just said lightly “It’s nothing, you can go back!”


    Kellen withdrew the sharp knife upon hearing this.


    Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Kellen carefully, and then said. again and again: “Yes. I’ll go


    back now.”


    After speaking, he left quickly.


    Wade said, “Dad, what’s the matter?”


    Martin lowered his voice: “The room where the servants rest is on the other side of the manor, about


    500 meters away-even if you yell, it’s impossible for her to hear you ande over so quickly.”


    The decoration quality of the Murray family manor is very good, and the sound instion effect is very


    good.


    Otherwise, Wade knocked on the door, and the rest of the Murray family would have been woken up


    long ago. Of course, Kellen is special.


    “Secondly, there are so many children in this manor, how does she know that you are the one calling?”


    It’s hard to tell who is who when a child screams, let alone Wade, Hamza and Zion are all three little


    boys with very close voices.


    Sylvia immediately concluded that it was Wade’s voice, it was too suspicious.


    These two points are enough to prove that she is lying!


    Wade’s mind turned quickly, and when he realized it, he lowered his voice nervously: “Dad, you mean


    she was the one who was in my room just now?”


    Martin nodded, called Colt up and asked him to check the surveince,


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    but he couldn’t find it.


    The surveince was artificially turned off.


    Wade felt even more frightening. Sometimes, people with strange movements were scarier than


    ghosts.


    Martin looked up at Kellen, and just as Kellen was looking over, there was a sh of calction in both


    of their eyes.


    Kellen nodded, his voice raised slightly: “Then I’ll go back first.”


    Martin said: “Okay.”


    Wade immediately said, “Dad, I want to sleep in your room.”


    Martin hummed and led Wade back to the room.


    The main building of the manor soon returned to dead silence.


    Not long after, the door on the first floor was quietly pushed open, and a figure floated in without a


    sound.


    At this moment, Kellen was squatting on the top of the beam, sneering to himself.


    A normal person was caught once on the spot, and would never dare to do it again immediately.


    Right now, this maid is either terribly treacherous, or she doesn’t have the thinking of a normal person.


    Kellen was more inclined to believe that she was a pervert.


    Under the empty vi, Sylvia walked upstairs slowly with silent steps.


    The strange thing is that she also went around the vi, a bit like patrolling, like a lonely ghost


    wandering around in the middle of the night.


    Kellen frowned, feeling strange for some reason.


    **


    In the room, Wade was lying on a big blue-gray bed.


    Theyout of Martin’s room is more of a cold blue-gray, and things are ced meticulously, giving


    people a feeling of rigidity and inhumanity.


    Wade’s small body was straight, and his hands were neatly ced on his belly.


    Martin took out a thin quilt and said lightly, “Go to sleep.”


    The lights went out, there was no night light in Martin’s room, only the dim light from outside the manor


    shone in.


    Wade looked towards the window and subconsciously moved towards his father.


    After a while, he pursed his lips and probed in a low voice: “Dad?”


    Martin responded with one word: “Yeah.”


    Wade thought to himself: Didn’t fall asleep.


    He murmured: “Dad. Others say that my brother and I came out of test tubes, and the purpose of our


    existence is to provide a match for my aunt. Is that true?”


    Martin closed his eyes, and said lightly, “Listen to someone.”


    Wade pouted: “Everyone says so.”


    They have no mother since childhood, only father.


    In the photos or other news owned by the family, there is no trace of their mother’s existence at all.


    That’s why others say that he and Hamza were carefully selected from a cold test tube, just because


    my aunt’s leukemia was in thete stage, and I couldn’t find a suitable match all over the world.


    Martin sneered: “Then why don’t you make two of one tube, and separate the two tubes.”


    He and Hamza are more than a year apart.


    Wade was speechless.


    Martin was about to speak, but he seemed to feel something, and turned his head to stare at the door.


    Wade tensed up.


    As we all know, it is impossible for the door panel to fit the floorpletely, otherwise it will wipe the


    floor when the door is closed, so there will always be a small gap.


    The corridor light outside prated a little under the crack of the door, but at this moment it suddenly


    went dark, as if someone was standing


    outside.


    After a while, the shadow moved forward and disappeared quickly.


    Wade watched the light and shadow y with his own eyes.


    **


    In Susie’s room.


    The little one fell into a drowsy sleep, when suddenly a gust of wind blew across her cheeks, and Alex’s


    low creaking sound came from the balcony.


    Parrots will think it is a natural enemy after being touched by other creatures in the middle of the night,


    so they will make this sound.


    But soon the sound disappeared.


    Susie opened her eyes somehow, staring nkly at the ceiling.


    After a while, the eyelids were heavy and half closed, as if about to fall asleep.


    It was very quiet around, so Susie heard when the door was gently opened, and she looked over


    suspiciously.


    Against the light in the corridor, she saw a figure quietlying in, gradually approaching.


    When a person suddenly enters a dark ce in a bright ce, his eyes are usually darkened and he


    cannot see the direction in the darkness, but the reverse is the opposite.


    Susie could clearly see that person walking to her bed, standing upright like a ghost, staring straight at


    her.


    Susie suddenly asked, “Aunt Sylvia, what are you doing?”


    In the silent night, in the darkness where you can’t see your fingers, suddenly the childish voice of a


    child resounds.


    Sylvia was startled and shivered subconsciously.


    She stepped back quickly, but she stepped on something and made a sound.