Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 41 Memory Loss

The little spatula had knocked Winona with such force that she momentarily let go of Hannah who dropped onto the floor. Winona stumbled backward onto the road, almost getting hit by the passing car. She came to her senses at the very last second, jumping out of the way and narrowly avoiding a crash. However, she took a fall by the roadside and hit her head on the curb.

“Are you crazy?!” the car driver shouted as he drove past.

Liam quickly scooped a shellshocked Hannah into his arms. Anthony eyed the little spatula lying on the floor. It was a gift from Gilbert to Lilly for her to use as an accessory when she played house. Who would have thought it would be the weapon to knock Winona out and cause her head to bleed?

Lilly fidgeted with her tiny hands, looking uncomfortable. “Uncle Anthony, I might have used too much stwength…” Her Uncle Anthony had always warned her not to display her strength in public. Oh no, she made a boo-boo.

Anthony looked at his niece’s guilty face and ruffled her soft hair. “It’s alright, Lilly. She deserved it.” Anthony was not too worried since they were only among family right now.

From afar, they could see Winona lying on the ground, clutching her bleeding head and moaning in pain. Her head was ringing as it bled profusely. She could feel a growing bump on her forehead, caused by the rock her head had landed on when she tripped.

She grasped for air and let out a strangled sigh as she cried. “Liam, it hurts… hug me please…”

Members of the Crawford family, who had been discussing the commotion in hushed murmurs and whispers, all turned to look at Winona Jackson.

Liam was not one to say much usually, but even he was stunned by his ex-wife’s antics. “Are you sick? Hug you? I’d rather hug a pig.” Winona remained silent.

“Winona, your divorce with Liam is finalized. Don’t make things difficult for us, or I’ll guarantee you won’t have anywhere to go in Clodston,” Old Mrs. Bettany Crawford threatened.

Winona closed her eyes, trying to hide the pain and misery she felt. She was lying on the ground wincing in pain and nursing her injuries, yet the Crawfords could not find it in them to have a sliver of pity or empathy for her. She wondered if any of them had a beating heart. She could not understand why they were so insistent on tearing Liam and her apart and making sure the divorce went through, but she knew it was too late to turn things around.

thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud sirens blaring in the air. Not long after, two

arrest!” one police officer shouted as

mortified. How did she end up being arrested, when she

are you arresting me…?” she

turned up against you in the murder of May Lee six years ago. Winona Jackson, you

conclusive evidence to prove that

she could. “Who is May Lee? What are you talking about? I don’t

human hand found inside the West City Mall statue. The hand was clutching onto a wrapped piece of paper. Based on our forensic team’s analysis, the fingerprints on the paper belong to you, Ms. Jackson,” the police officer explained before producing another document from his file. “The wrapping contained some bank notes. We traced the bank notes to the ATM machine the money was withdrawn from based on the serial number. The $20,000 was withdrawn by you from an ATM machine in a neighboring district six years ago.

thought to herself. How could this actually happen? It had been

times called for desperate measures, she realized as she looked at the officer who was about to put her in handcuffs. She took tentative steps backward with a blanked-out expression as she stammered, “Wh… what are you

hitting her head too hard? The timing was suspicious, but at the same time not entirely

Anthony, what’s wrong with Aunt Winona?” she asked innocently. “Is she acting silly? Why

Crawfords. “Oh no,

quickly enough. “We’ve seen plenty of criminals who claim

and grabbed her

Winona cried out pitifully. “Why are they taking me away? What’s going on?! I’m not pretending here. I don’t know

could fool any stranger. Unfortunately, it was of no use in the eyes of the law, since a person could be

was wrong, it’s all my fault. Please ask them to let me go!” she begged. “Bettany, please! I’m begging you! Hannah is still so young, she can’t lose her mother at this age!” The car door clicked shut once the police had placed Winona in the back seat, but Winona was still frantically clawing at the window and crying for mercy. However, it was all too late. The jail sentence for the intentional manslaughter of May Lee, on top of an attempted murder of Liam by poisoning, was at least ten years. Liam Crawford had already filed for divorce, cutting