Aunt Crowe's harsh words echoed through the spacious room, capturing everyone's attention. "You see? The moment she arrived, your First Uncle dropped dead.
If we actually go through with the ceremony and make her one of us, a Crowe, won't the rest of the family suffer?"
After speaking, she gave Wendy Dawson a scrutinizing look, eyeing her from head to toe, before saying meaningfully, "For our own safety, maybe you should find someone else.
It's not like she's the only one."
Aunt Crowe's words were completely unreasonable and far-fetched, but Aaron Crowe and his mother took them to heart.
The expressions on both their faces immediately turned ugly.
Wendy Dawson, who had just come to, was bewildered. 'What jinx? What does she mean, First Uncle is gone?'
Clark Crowe pulled Wendy Dawson into his arms and shot his aunt a dark look. "Auntie, you're old enough to know what you should and shouldn't say.
If things are really as you say, then I hope you're the next one to suffer!"
