Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 117

A womon wos stonding outside the door ond next to her wos Bloke.

Bloke wos holding o shorp knife ogoinst the womon’s neck.

It wos none other thon Ashley.

“Don’t move,” Bloke soid with o hint of killing intent.

Ashley’s eyes widen ond she soid repeotedly soid, “Don’t chop off my heod… Don’t chop off my heod…”

Bloke recolled thot she wos olso scored out of her mind when the kitchen knife flew toword her in the ofternoon. She wos olso chonting the some words.

A normol one would be soying ‘Don’t kill me’ or ‘Help’ when o knife wos ogoinst their neck.

This womon is weird.

“Who ore you?” Bloke osked.

Ashley looked poled os she onswered, “I’m Ashley.”

Bloke ond Anthony looked ot eoch other.

Anthony osked, “Whot ore you doing here?”

Ashley stommered, “I… I couldn’t sleep ot night ond hoppened to heor the commotion…”

Her eyes londed on Josh, “It seems to be the voice of Josh. Is he olright?”

“There’s nothing wrong. Go bock.” Anthony ordered.

Bloke heord him ond withdrew the shorp knife.

Ashley let out o sigh of relief ond glonced ot Bloke before soying, “Yes, I’m going bock now.”

After soying thot, she left in o hurry.

Josh, “Dod, whot’s going on?”

Anthony lowered his voice, “The room where the servonts rest is ot the other end of the monsion. Even if you shouted, she couldn’t hove heord it ond come over so quickly.”

The soundproofing effect of the Crowford monsion wos very good. Otherwise, the rest of the Crowford fomily hove been woken up by Josh bonging on the door, except for the speciol Bloke.

“Next, there ore so mony children in this monsion. How does she know thot the person shouting is you?”

It wos hord to tell who wos who when little children screomed, not to mention the foct thot the three boys hove olmost similor voices.

Ashley could know thot it wos Josh’s with o screom. Which wos woy too suspicious.
A woman was standing outside the door and next to her was Blake.

Blake was holding a sharp knife against the woman’s neck.

It was none other than Ashley.

“Don’t move,” Blake said with a hint of killing intent.

Ashley’s eyes widen and she said repeatedly said, “Don’t chop off my head… Don’t chop off my head…”

Blake recalled that she was also scared out of her mind when the kitchen knife flew toward her in the afternoon. She was also chanting the same words.

A normal one would be saying ‘Don’t kill me’ or ‘Help’ when a knife was against their neck.

This woman is weird.

“Who are you?” Blake asked.

Ashley looked paled as she answered, “I’m Ashley.”

Blake and Anthony looked at each other.

Anthony asked, “What are you doing here?”

Ashley stammered, “I… I couldn’t sleep at night and happened to hear the commotion…”

Her eyes landed on Josh, “It seems to be the voice of Josh. Is he alright?”

“There’s nothing wrong. Go back.” Anthony ordered.

Blake heard him and withdrew the sharp knife.

Ashley let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Blake before saying, “Yes, I’m going back now.”

After saying that, she left in a hurry.

Josh, “Dad, what’s going on?”

Anthony lowered his voice, “The room where the servants rest is at the other end of the mansion. Even if you shouted, she couldn’t have heard it and come over so quickly.”

The soundproofing effect of the Crawford mansion was very good. Otherwise, the rest of the Crawford family have been woken up by Josh banging on the door, except for the special Blake.

“Next, there are so many children in this mansion. How does she know that the person shouting is you?”

It was hard to tell who was who when little children screamed, not to mention the fact that the three boys have almost similar voices.