Chapter 432: He Calls Himself 'Grandma

Amber Livingston watched as the female ghost edged closer bit by bit toward her bed, her heart practically leaping into her throat.

She gingerly pulled the blanket over herself, squeezed her eyes shut tight, and pretended she hadn't seen anything, yet her body trembled uncontrollably like a sieve.

Such an obvious reaction naturally caught Isolde Garrison's attention.

Bit by bit, she drifted over to the opposite hospital bed. Peering at the quivering lump hidden under the blanket, her eyes narrowed slightly—then suddenly widened, as though she'd figured something out.

After a moment's pause, her mischievous side seemed to kick in, and she floated horizontally, positioning her ghastly white ghostly face directly at the crack of the blanket.

If this person could see ghosts, then when he peeled back the blanket for a peek later, he might just keel over from fright.

At that thought, Isolde Garrison suddenly discovered a bit of fun in being a ghost.