Chapter 33 Chapter 33: What's in The Sculpture

The dust cleared, revealing what had fallen out of the sculpture.

It was a white bone palm. The palm of that hand was in a holding position, holding a packet of things inside the hand, wrapped in kraft paper.

David immediately hugged Susie and covered her eyes.

Michael opened his mouth and felt a chill in the brutal sun.

"You send Susie back first," Michael said.

Susie said, "I won't."

Before the words were out of her mouth, David stood up, held her in his arms, and quickly walked back.

"Susie, be good. You can not stay here. Go back and play at home with your Grandma."

"Remember, the one who just smashed the sculpture is your uncle Michael. He showed you his hammers. Then he was too excited to accidentally smash the sculpture into a big hole."

Susie was puzzled, "Is that so? Why do we lie to the Police?"

David was dumbfounded momentarily and said muffledly, "Just listen to me."

Susie leaned over David's shoulder and said, "Okay."

David dropped Susie off at home and left in a hurry.

Alana hurriedly asked someone to make food for Susie, who sat upright on the couch and asked in a whisper.

"Why do we cheat the Police? They are not the bad guy."

Mitch sat cross-legged to one side, holding something in his hand and looking through it.

He said carelessly, "Police are not bad guys. If others know you are so strong, they will take you to the lab and slice you to study. Then, how do you do?"

Susie's body straightened up, and she waved her hands, "I don't want to be sliced."

Alana came over with a peeled apple, only to hear Susie say no slices.

She laughed and said, "Okay, no slicing or dicing. Just eat it whole."

When Alana handed over the apple, she realized Grandma was discussing it.

Mitch saw the little one's dumbfounded look and couldn't help but hook his lips.

He raised his hand and grabbed the female ghost from the soul gourd.

"Why is your hand there?" Mitch asked as he looked at the female ghost's hand.

As a ghost, she surely had hands.

The female ghost spookily said, "That day when I was smashed to death, my hand was smashed off. The money was in my hand. It's because I left my hand that I'm not willing to go to reincarnation. I've been floating around for the past five years just to get my hand back."

Mitch looked through a book and asked faintly, "Don't you know that the packet of 'salt' isn't salt?"

The female ghost was silent.

Mitch sneered, "You know that's bad but ignore your conscience for money. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end."

He did not know how the hand of the female ghost was put into the sculpture. But now that the Police had found the hand. Mara was finished as long as they could extract Mara's fingerprints on top of the greaseproof paper that wrapped the money.

Susie was concentrating on eating an apple. She took a bite and handed it to Alex, who picked it up and clicked it to eat.

One person and one bird were race-like, and the apples were gone. Alana chirped, "Do you want cakes? I will get the

them for you."

Susie's mouth curled, and she said good-naturedly, "Thank you, Grandma."

With no more adults in the living room, Susie suddenly cocked her head and shoved the apple core into Alex's mouth.

"Here's a big fart for you."

Alex tossed his head, flinging the apple cores to the ground, and grunted, "It stinks. It stinks."

Susie was amused.

Mitch, on the side, can't help but follow the laugh. When he first saw the child, she was still cautious, numb like a small robot.

Now she got livelier and cuter.

While Susie was laughing, suddenly a cold voice rang out, "How could a girl talk about ass? what will others think when they hear it?"

Mara had returned from an outing. When she heard Susie say ass, and Alex flung the apple core at her feet, she was instantly angry.

The smile on Susie's face vanished, and she pursed her lips when she saw Mara.

Mara frowned, "Be careful. How could they love you such a naughtly varmint."

She had her bag in her hand, noble and subdued, yet there was a hint of disgust under her eyes.

Her relationship with David suddenly deteriorated because of her, and the Murray family asked David to divorce her.

Susie couldn't help but remember what her grandmother used to say that she was a calamity and brought bad luck.

She used to be afraid to talk back to her grandparents for fear of starvation. But now, she felt courageous.

"I'm not." Susie talked back.

When Mara heard this, she was annoyed. What did this damn girl mean? Was she not right?

Mara banged the bag in her hand and heaved it on the checkroom, "Do you know how to respect others?"

"When an elder asks you, do not deceive; when the elder orders you, do not delay. Do you understand? "

Susie pursed her lips and shook her head, "You said wrongly."

Mara was angrier. How could that damn girl talk back?

She scanned the room and didn't see Alana or Craig, thinking they had gone to the nursing home.

Today, the 10th, was the day of the month when Alana took the regular treatment. So, she walked up to Susie, clasped her arms, and reprimanded coldly, "Stand up."

Susie shook her head. Mara's face was even darker, and the black air had clouded her head, revealing only two eyeballs.

Whoever stood still was stupid.

Susie hugged Alex and ran away.

Mara was stunned to see that she dared to run and frowned angrily, "Stop right there."

The Murray family estate was a large mansion with a separate kitchen and living room. So, Susie thumped over to the kitchen.

Mara initially remembered that she was a noblewoman of a luxurious family and should be elegant, dignified, decent, and gentle. But everything she experienced today made her irritable for no reason, and she just wanted to take it out.

Reason told her not to be general with Susie. But she can't suppress the hostility.

"Susie." Mara's voice was drawn out somewhat eerily. "Do you think you can run?"

Today, she had to educate her. No one could stop it.