Mortician's Revenge

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lapped me across the face, gr

ister-in-law. Look at yourself! Do you really thin

look. What kind of siblin

deliberately selected pictures o

from a hiking trip where he helped me up a steep slope. The rest were just family

eived by Roselyn. Sh

ed me again,

th a cloth. Let's see i

woman in her fifties took out

ill defiant. Let's see i

ad spun, and I was forced to open my mouth. The moment the cloth was

couldn't dodge in time and got cov

n screeched, pointing at me angrily. "Aunt

get the necklace around her neck

neck and yanked hard, ripping off my necklace. Several ot

my first year of work. Now, I've gained over ten p

ed brute force to pull at it. I fel

"You're breaking my

elet won't

lying to you! This bracelet isn't real gold. I