Chapter 34

Jacob’s spirit floated uneasily, watching Anderson’s malicious grin with growing apprehension. The tension between them was palpable, and the eerie silence of the hideout only amplified the pressure. A chilling laugh escaped Anderson's lips, mocking the unresolved silence.

“What’s so funny?” Jacob’s spirit demanded, his ethereal voice echoing with frustration.

Anderson’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “You’re asking why? Why do I hate her so much? Why do I want Aunt Evelyn dead?”

Jacob’s spectral form narrowed his eyes. “You haven’t told me anything. But I know this hatred you carry runs deep. What’s your endgame?”

Anderson circled him, his form flickering ominously with each step. “Oh, Jacob, the clock’s ticking. You’ve got hours left, and you’re still here, questioning me. It’s amusing. Time is a luxury you no longer possess.”

Jacob’s patience thinned. “You’re stalling, Anderson. So, why don’t you get to the point already? You’ve been haunting me, tormenting