"Yes, I've died once." Yvonne snickered, "Now I've possessed Wendy and come back to haunt you. Michael, are you touched?"
Touched?
Michael felt only disgust and repulsion.
"I don't believe in ghosts and spirits." Michael looked at the face that was exactly like his Wendy's and said coldly, "If you really are Yvonne, did you get your face fixed to look exactly like Wendy?"
Jake stood beside Michael. His fists were tightly clenched and there was hatred burning in his big eyes.
It had not occurred to him at all that this might be Yvonne.
That woman should have already been dead.
"Where is my Mummy? What have you done to my Mummy?" asked Jake, his childish voice hostile as he looked up at the woman.
He didn't care who she was. He simply wanted to know where his mother was.
Her gaze was fixed upon Michael, Yvonne ignored Jake. Grinning, she asked, "Michael, you've killed me once for Wendy. Are you going to kill me again?"
