Suddenly, Lireal caught the sound of footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. It could only mean one thing: her uncle and cousin, Willow, were on their way to see her aunt. She quickly rushed downstairs, her anger and determination burning inside her. As she reached the bottom step, she saw her uncle, accompanied by a woman who could only be his mistress. They were laughing and whispering to each other, completely oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within Lireal.
"So, it's true," she scoffed, folding her arms. "You indeed have a mistress," she continued with a tone of disgust.
"Lireal? Is that really you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a blend of disgust and shock.
"No, I'm a ghost," Lireal replied sarcastically. Her uncle's face contorted into a scowl.
"Babe, who is this?" t
