Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 37

“I’m not lying! She’s the one who hit me, with the feather duster! My bottom hurts so much!” Joseph wailed dramatically.

“His skin is raw, and you have the nerve to lie to our faces? He’s just a child! Why would he lie about something like this?” George thundered, slamming his hand on the table.

Yvonne scoffed and pointed at Joseph. “Last year, he snuck into the study and broke an antique vase, then blamed it on a maid. Last semester, he turned in a blank exam paper, got a zero, and then changed the grade to a one hundred. Oh, yes, Joseph is a terrible liar.”

Joseph, the spoiled baby of the family, was used to getting his way, and lies and curses came to him as naturally as breathing. Yvonne’s words left the Spencers speechless, their faces growing darker by the second.

“I’m not lying! It was her! Yvonne beat my butt!” Joseph, still lying on his stomach on the sofa, yelled. But now, he was the boy who cried wolf. No one believed him.

Yvonne smirked. “If you suspect me of child abuse, feel free to call the police. I’m sure they’ll handle it impartially.”

“Yes! Call the police! Let them take this evil woman to jail!” Joseph shouted.

“You shut up!” George slapped the table, cutting him off. The mere mention of the police gave him a headache. Having officers show up at their door every other day was a threat to the Spencer family’s reputation.

“Fine,” George said, his face still livid. “Let’s say you had nothing to do with your brother’s injuries. But what about you bullying Queena at school, scaring her so much she hasn’t dared to go back? How do you explain that?”

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