Chapter 322
Spoiled (Lily)
Chapter 322 Gracieâs Frustration.
The ghost by the bed chuckled at the scene.
Many ghosts were roaming around the hospital, and a few of them sat by the bed and chatted away.
âPut the flowers on me, Iâm willing to make my butt bloom.â
âYou can give them to me if you donât like them!â
âWow, theyâre pink orchids, how beautiful!â
Grace ignored the flowers on her butt and said coldly, âOkay thatâs enough, you can leave now!â
Despite her words, Grace did not ask Lilly to take the flowers away. Deep down, there was still a part of her that appreciated the gesture, knowing that Lilly had chosen orchids because she knew Grace liked them.
Lilly wanted to climb on the bed and said cheerfully, âMaâam can you please move a little and leave some space for me to sit?â
The ghosts quickly made space for Lilly.
Lilly sat on the edge of the bed and comforted Grace, âDonât worry Gracie, the gates of hell will open for 15 days after the 15th of July. You still have time to catch ghosts so donât rush,â
Grace looked at her silently as she forced a conversation.
Lilly continued, âDid it hurt when you got stabbed? Did you cry at that moment?â
Grace was silent.
Lilly: âGracie, how long have you been catching ghosts? Have you ever been scared by them and cried?â
Gracie was speechless.
Why did Lilly keep asking whether she cried or not?
Lillyâs eyes lit up suddenly and asked, âGracie, youâre lying on your stomach, what happens if you wanna take a dump?â
Lilly was curious and wanted to move the flowers away to seeâ¦
To see if there was any poop on her butt.
Grace could not bear it anymore, âStop talking!â
Lilly immediately covered her mouth and nodded, âOkay, I wonât tell anyone,â
Grace was about to vomit blood.
Lilly did not do anything to Grace. However, the way she said it was as if she wanted to pull Graceâs pants off, how infuriating!
Blake was at the side, crossing his arms, and relaxed on the sofa. He smirked as he saw the scene before him.
He could not help but feel their interactions fresh every time they met.
The God of Battle watched the two children quarrel with great interest.
Grace roared, âIâll pull out your front teeth if you donât be quiet!â
Lilly yelled, âYou canât pull them out! My front teeth are strong!â
Grace continued, âIâ¦Iâll pull out your molars!â
Lilly yelled back, âItâs impossible! My molars are stronger than my front teeth!â
Grace choked, gritted her teeth, and said, âHas anyone ever told you that you talk too much?â
Lilly replied, âNo, Gracie, youâre the first one,â
Grace was speechless.
Lilly: âYou know, my grandma enjoys our chats, Gracie. Donât you also find it enjoyable?â
Grace remained silent, her discomfort evident.
Lilly: âOh, by the way, on our way here today. I saw a lady with a bad aura lingering around her. Would you like to join me in catching ghosts when the time comes, Gracie?â
Graceâs frustration grew more apparent as she pleaded with Lilly.
Grace shouted, âPlease, just stop! Canât you see Iâm not interested? Can you please leave now?â
Graceâs facial expression conveyed her annoyance and impatience, urging Lilly to leave quickly.
Lilly, playing along, raised her arm and pretended to check a nonexistent watch, announcing, âOh, itâs already noon! I better leave now!â
His daughter was amazing, her ability to tell lies was getting more like him, and she had a bright future.
Lilly enthusiastically leaped off the bed, intending to give Grace a comforting pat on the back. However, upon noticing Graceâs back injury, she swiftly redirected her gesture and patted Graceâs head instead.
âHey, take good care of your wounds. Youâve got this!â Lilly exclaimed, accompanied by a cheering gesture.
Grace remained silent, her thoughts reflecting a peculiar observation.
Grace felt that Lilly was patting her head like she was a dog.
Grace ignored Lilly.
Lilly tightly held Blakeâs hand and saidâIf youâre not going to catch ghosts with me, Iâll do it on my own!
But remember, you canât cry when the time comes,â
Grace was filled with a mix of anger and amusement.
She grew up being unable to shed a tear, so why would she cry?
âGet out!â She yelled.
Lilly happily got out of the ward.
Grace found herself at a loss for words as she stared at the bunch of orchids on her buttocks. After a moment of silence, she couldnât resist reaching out and taking them down.
A rare sense of joy sparkled in her eyes as she brought the flowers closer to her nose, taking in their subtle fragrance.
Though the scent was barely noticeable, she found herself liking it.
Grace extended her hand, tentatively reaching out to touch the petals, when suddenly the door swung open with a loud bang.
Startled, she quickly placed the flower back on her buttocks and pretended to be asleep on her stomach.
The ghost aunts beside her burst into laughter, their heads falling off from amusement.
Lilly tilted her head and asked, âGracie, Iâm really going to catch that ghost, and then you canât say that I stole your thunder!â
Graceâs expression turned cold as she replied, âArenât you annoying?â
She could not care less about that ghost. It was all just a joke to her.
Graceâs focus was on the old lady who sang nursery rhymes in the corridor and a girl trapped in the closet, Lilly reassured, âOkay, I get it,â
She did not care about anything else.
She closed the door and went out.
Grace looked at the door carefully.
It swung open again!
Lilly said cheerfully, âGoodbye, Gracie! If you like orchids, Iâll give them to you the next time I visit!â
Without waiting for her to respond, she closed the door and left.
Grace felt annoyed.
Lilly woke up at 2 a.m., prepared her small backpack, and said softly, âGoodbye, Polly⦠Iâm going ghost hunting!â
Gracie is so powerful, she could catch ghosts on her own.
But she always had someone accompanying her, whether it was her older brother, uncle, or father.
No, she needed to be independent. She wanted to be able to climb walls, to have the power to fly over them, just like her father.
Lilly was determined. She walked out of the door and made her way towards the wall where her father had once taken her and her brother to climb back. However, when she looked up at the tall wall, she felt disheartened. âIâm too short,â she said with a hint of disappointment.
Even if she stacked two of herself, she still wouldnât be tall enough to reach the top of the wall.
Lilly threw the small backpack with all her might, attempting to throw it over the wall. However, her aim was off, and the backpack hit the wall and fell back down.
Lilly let out a sigh of disappointment. It seemed that being taller was a requirement for climbing over the wall. Being short like her meant she could not accomplish much in this task.
âWhy donât I have a quick meal firstâ¦?â Lilly looked at the wall and pondered.
Itâs too late to cat now, maybe itâs better to use a ladder.
Thinking of this, Lilly happily turned around to find a ladder.
She then saw a figure behind herâ¦
Lilly was startled, her little heart nearly leaping out of her chest, her fingers trembling in fearâ¦
Oh no. Grandma caught me!
The old lady stared at her incredulously.
âWhy did you suddenly rush to take a shower and go to bed right after dinner tonight? No wonder youâre here!â
she exclaimed in frustration.
Feeling desperate, she raised her hand, closed her eyes, and began to walk towards the main building, muttering to herself.
âYou canât see me⦠You canât see meâ¦â
Bettany was speechless.
Helplessly, she watched as the little guy walked past her with his hands raised and his eyes closed.
Once it was over, she couldnât help but stop, take a step back, grab her small backpack, and quickly run away.
Bettany stared at Blake, her anger turning into laughter.
She squinted her eyes and asked, âDid you teach her that?â
Blake looked puzzled and replied, âWhat? What are you talking about?â
Bettany sneered and replied, âOh really? Then why was she attempting to climb the wall when I heard the noise?â
Blake casually touched his nose and maintained a straight face. âThatâs impossible. Lilly is only four years old. How could I have taught her to climb over the wall?â
After a brief pause, he added, âHow could she misbehave, sheâs probably just sleepwalking,â
Bettanyâs memory was triggered, recalling what the servant had mentioned previously about seeing a thief scaling the wall with two sacks on his shoulders.
The surveillance system was not working.
At this moment, the old lady suddenly understood everything.
She sneered and rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas, âBlake MacNeil!â