Chapter 1181: Luring the Ghost _1
Once they started arguing, it was hysterical.
Cherry would scream and shout, tear up the fairy tale books in her hands, smash the glass cups, and break everything she could see!
At such times, Cherry was terrifying!
Without the innocent exterior, her face was filled with ferocious rage, her eyes radiating a bone-chilling malice, as if she was driven by a madness that desired to destroy everything.
Even Purple Summers, who was an outsider, couldn’t help but feel a chill down her spine, with goosebumps crawling up her back...
This ghost was uncontrollable—that was the most terrifying thing about it.
And Nathaniel Summers, faced with the out-of-control Cherry, always resorted to cold violence.
He wouldn’t hit or scold, nor would he punish; he would just indifferently watch Cherry vent and then head straight back to his room, ignoring her.
After Cherry had her tantrums, she would always look for him.
Crying outside his bedroom door, she didn’t dare to enter, just standing there shedding tears like a child who had been abandoned.
Purple Summers didn’t know how such a twisted and pathological relationship had formed between the living and the ghost, but she suspected she might be able to use it to her advantage...