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

notice of Hannah crying into a bucket

turned her face away. “I

to stuff the lollipop back into her pocket. “Okay. If

“…”

curiosity, “Is your bucket

reminded of the matter at hand, she had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the

to fetch

There’s still so

to cry. “H-Hold it better!

bucket was only so slightly wet yet Hannah had no more tears

the table over. “There’s no more water in your

the cup and tried

another glass. “Here’s

ended up drinking four whole

tried for a long while. Her voice grew hoarse but the bucket was yet to

It’s still not full.

“Uwahh…”

in the light as she held up the

returned with Drake and Josh. The absurd sight of Hannah crying

was still cheering Hannah on. “You can do it! Believe in

frowned and asked, “What’s

Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s

“…”

herself with no tears left to

was her first time experiencing just how tiring crying

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

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

the basin. She had

always cried, and yet even

“…”

his hands into

the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the rate of evaporation. Even five

wept. “What should I do? I can’t

about it. “Try again when you wake up

seem like a long

by in a

to