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.

her a lollipop. “For

took notice of Hannah crying into a bucket out

turned her face away. “I

lollipop back

“…”

curiosity, “Is your bucket full now,

fill the bucket even if she were

away to fetch

so much

to cry. “H-Hold it better! Don’t let my tears

sweating profusely. The bucket was only so slightly wet yet

on the table over. “There’s no more water

the cup and tried again but no

her another glass. “Here’s

drinking four whole cups of

grew hoarse but the bucket was yet

her plight. “What to do? It’s still

“Uwahh…”

glinted in the light as she held

The absurd sight of

“You

and asked, “What’s going

made Hannah cry a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s filled. We’re

“…”

Anthony but found herself with no tears left

just how tiring crying

Uncle. Please ask

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

basin. She had a feeling even

yet even she couldn’t

“…”

who was good at Math, stuffed his hands

quart. You would be spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the rate of

I do?

about it. “Try again when

years didn’t seem

by in a

tried to comfort