"AHHH—are you insane? Driving to a cemetery in the middle of the night? Are you possessed or something?!"
"Hehehehe..." Ivy Holden looked back at the two people and the dog in the back seat with a silly grin.
"Ah—" The great-aunt was scared out of her mind and turned to open the car door. Then she realized the doors were locked, and she couldn't pull it open no matter how hard she tried.
"If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear." Ivy chuckled and shook her head. "You're this terrified. You must have done quite a few wicked things, haven't you?"
"Hey, what are you trying to do?!" The brat wasn't scared. At his age, he had no concept of ghosts or gods. Even now, he was still protecting his great-aunt, glaring at Ivy as he questioned her.
"Hehehehe... I'm not trying to do anything. I just want to ask you... have you no shame, doing this to this child?" Ivy was still smiling foolishly as she suddenly leaned forward, getting closer to the great-aunt.
