Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 35 The Crawfords Owe It To Her

Hannah, meanwhile, was so frightened that she stopped crying. Her cries tapered off into hiccups and soft sobs.

Bettany’s temper flared. Her countenance took on an arctic chill. “You like crying, don’t you? Do as you like! You’re not allowed to stop until you fill this bucket!”

The girl, sure enough, burst into full-blown wailing after receiving the scare.

She had cried at first to cause a scene, but now she was downright howling.

Her tears were genuine this time.

The child held the bucket in her hands and kept crying. Each tear fell into the container.

Mrs. Bettany Levine, the Madam of the Crawford household, was, however, an obstinate woman. She silently watched on as the younger cried.

The elder had a childish streak to her. You want to act out? So can I. Both were now stuck in a stalemate until Hannah grew exhausted from her endless whines.

Hannah was too afraid to stop. She proceeded to cry even harder when she finally noticed her tears wouldn’t even fill half a cup.

She choked up as she continued sobbing, “I can’t anymore, Granny. I’m thirsty… I want water…”

Margaret could barely hold in her laughter.

Bettany was as angry as she was amused. “Are you going to keep crying?”

Hannah sniffled and shook her head. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Bettany grunted and went back inside.

Margaret hurriedly approached the child. “Let’s go back inside, Little Miss! Have a glass of water.”

Hannah had cried her eyes red. No one had ever treated her this way.

Her mother would always meet her demands whenever she turned on the waterworks.

She was slowly coming to understand her tears weren’t everything. They meant nothing before her grandmother.

Margaret guided the child to the first floor and sat her down to get her to drink water.

No one else had come home. Her mother had also been driven away. It seemed she was the only one left in the huge manor. Hannah suddenly felt fearful, flustered, and confused.

It was as if the world had left her behind…

Just as she grew helpless, a small figure sprinted down the stairs.

a lollipop. “For

Hannah crying into a bucket out in the garden after she had woken

face

lollipop back

“…”

asked out of curiosity, “Is your

the matter at hand, she had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the bucket even if she were to cry

hurried away to fetch

can do it, Hannah! There’s still so much of the

it better! Don’t

only so slightly wet yet Hannah had no

table over. “There’s no more water in your eyes, Hannah!

and tried again but no

her another glass. “Here’s

drinking four whole cups of water,

long while. Her voice grew hoarse but the bucket was

her plight. “What to do? It’s still not full. Is Granny not gonna give

“Uwahh…”

the light as she held

Anthony returned with Drake and Josh. The absurd sight of

cheering Hannah on. “You

frowned and asked, “What’s

explained, “Granny made Hannah cry a bucket full, Uncle Anthony.

“…”

Anthony but found herself

just how tiring crying could be. I

asked pitifully, “I won’t cry again, Uncle. Please ask

“No buckets. Ask Granny for a cup instead, Uncle

shook the basin. She had

cried, and yet even she couldn’t fill

“…”

Math, stuffed his hands into

spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the rate of evaporation. Even five years’ worth of your tears wouldn’t be near enough

I

again when you wake

didn’t seem like a long

go by in a

to comfort