But my explanations have never mattered.

As long as Floyd Wilkinson believes her, that’s enough.

“If something happened to Joan’s family, would that set you free?”

Priscilla Bates, seemingly revealing her true feelings in a moment of fear, let slip.

I just hate that I'm a ghost who can't touch people. Otherwise, I would have taken this bitch Priscilla Bates away myself!

How dare they!

“No way!” Floyd Wilkinson quickly shook his head. Whether it was his last bit of conscience or fear, he had no intention of doing that.

Priscilla Bates looked regretful, leaning against Floyd Wilkinson’s chest. Naturally, Floyd Wilkinson couldn't see anything, but I saw everything clearly....