Chapter 95 Ninety Five

• I was getting dumber and emotional by the second. How could I demand the Astors to show us each room of their mansion to prove they weren’t keeping the devil there? All eyes were on me. They were giving me mixed reactions. My siblings' eyes widened at my stupidity, and our hosts were outraged.
• The silent display of extreme reactions brought sweat to my underarms and palms. Since I couldn’t take back my words, I had to think of something to diffuse the situation.
• “Uh, that’s what Mom would have said if she were here,” I began with a shaky voice. “She could be very wrong. Honestly, I don’t have any faith in her wild theories. Why would a modern-day rich couple have a Satan’s temple in their magnificent mansion? Mom is slipping into madness after Dad’s death.”