Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 83

Chapter 84 Don’t Be Too Nice to Someone

The man lying on the bed was as still as a stone. Valentine Taylor began to feel slightly creeped out. If he had not heard Mr. Rosewood’s voice through the intercom just a few moments ago, he would have thought… Hold on. If Mr. Rosewood was indeed dead, then whose voice was that through the intercom…? Valentine felt the hairs on his back stand as the thought occurred to him.

“Mr. Rosewood…?” Valentine called out cautiously.“Go ahead and open it,” the figure lying on the bed finally croaked out weakly.

Charlie immediately walked toward the windows and pulled the blinds open before unlatching the windows. Sunlight filtered into the room together with a breeze of fresh air, brightening up the dreary space. It also made it possible for the group to see Mr. Rosewood clearly. He was a gaunt old man with gray skin, sunken features and skinny as a bag of bones. His eyes could barely open as his unfocused pupils finally landed on Lilly.

“Did you say… you found Amelia’s remains?” he rasped, clearly struggling for breath. It was like he was summoning all his remaining energy to speak to Lilly.

Josh covered his face with his hands, while Valentine’s legs felt shaky. How could a living person look so terrifying? Lilly on the other hand walked up to the old man fearlessly and placed her hand around his bony arm.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Rosewood. I know where she is,” Lilly comforted the old man. The red string bracelet around her tiny wrist began to emit a weak flow as she spoke, and the energy from the bracelet seemed to ebb and flow into the old man’s body. Everyone else could almost sense the dreadful energy in the room lifting and disappearing slowly as the old man’s eyes seemed to come back to life.

Moments later, Mr. Rosewood was able to prop himself up weakly, trying his best to sit up. Noticing this, Valentine immediately went over to help him. “Mr. Rosewood, why are you alone in this big, old house? You can’t possibly take care of yourself in this state…” Valentine asked the old man out of concern.

The strange thing was that Old Mr. Rosewood was dressed in a clean set of pajamas, and apart from the strong smell of medicine, Valentine could not discern any other rotting scent coming from the old man. As he looked around the bedroom, he noticed that it was rather clean and well-kept, despite the dark and gloomy interior. Old Mr. Rosewood was just a regular elderly man.

a slow sigh. “What’s there to take care? My days are numbered…” he said

of his head. Master

waiting for him to ask again. “Her name was Amelia Rosewood, and her best friend was Roxanne Larson…

me to Amelia…” he wheezed. It had been more than ten years.

near the scene even if you head there yourself,” Valentine tried to calm the old man

expectant look, Charlie immediately sprang into action and rushed out of the room to

worry, Mr. Rosewood! I’ll keep

my conscience. When my worker’s

the old man just confess to murdering

Mr. Rosewood again. “Grandpa Rosewood, why didn’t you find out where Amelia was buried? How did she

sigh. He was looking better just a few moments ago, but now he seems to shrivel up again. “Amelia was our precious kind-hearted sweetheart. She was the kind of person who would give her favorite limited-edition dresses to her best friend. She was also always considerate of Roxanne’s feelings, so she would tear the tags

arms around himself and listened on

Unfortunately for him, he had learnt this lesson the hard way. The truth finally came to light as he described the events from

a result of unhealthy spending habits to maintain her lifestyle. Yet, she was still unsatisfied and eventually harbored a desire to replace

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