Ainsley gulped softly as she observed the figure in front of her.
Godfather. The legendary figure feared by others outside of the mafia world?
And also...the one….I impersonate?
Ainsley took another glance at the spirit and hissed. She suddenly stood on the bed and pointed at the spirit.
"No! You're an imposter!" The baby shouted on top of her lungs with her childish voice.
Thankfully, Grandpa Yofan and Elliana weren't around the bedroom at all. Thus, no one heard her accusation other than this poor spirit.
"You can't be the Godfather!"
Once Ainsley shot her accusation in front of the transparent figure, the figure was so vexed until he almost died from rage.
"Imposter? This Lord?! Blasphemy! Hey, you, little rascal, open your eyes! You're the imposter. Your whole family is the imposter!" The spirit flew into a rage.
