Chapter 67

All these years, George really did love Megan—she was horribly wrong about that. But for him to just sit back and watch her get humiliated? No way he could do that. "Uncle, get up already!" Elizabeth practically yanked him off the floor, eyes full of frustration. "A grown man like you, where's your pride?!" You kneel to the heavens, the earth, and your parents—not to your own niece. But George was still crying as he shook his head. "Uncle won't get up. Not unless you promise me. You gotta promise!" And with that, he dropped right back down to his knees. Elizabeth was so mad her jaw tensed, then she flicked away the strand of hair that had fallen on her forehead with a sharp breath. "Fine... fine! I'll let it slide this time. But she's not getting off scot-free." Then she took out a silver needle, and before anyone could see what was happening, she jabbed it toward Megan's left wrist. "Aaaah!" Megan screamed, clutching her wrist as blood started pouring out. "My hand—it hurts! It hurts