Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Bettany’s verbal demolition left Mabel with no pride at all!

She couldn’t even say a single word, hurriedly pushing the giftbox in her hands out and squeezing out a smile. “Old Mrs. Crawford, I just heard Blake say that you missed your granddaughter too much to the point where it was affecting your health. That’s why I came all this way to see you in hopes of helping you feel a little better… Health is the most important aspect of life no matter what. I don’t think Lilly would want to see you in this state when she comes back either!”

Bettany nodded. “You’re right.”

Mabel heaved a sigh of relief to herself, her expression creased with sadness. “I know how you feel. I’m a mother too, I know how it feels to not be able to see your child.”

Bettany glanced at her. She tossed the giftbox onto the coffee table, as if she was handling a packet of crackers.

Yena said at once, “Grandma Crawford, Mom spent so long choosing this gift. It really is pretty!”

Bettany glanced at the child before her, not knowing where to start.

It had to be said that the apple didn’t fall far from the try.

This kid was about the same age as Lilly, but had learnt things that she shouldn’t be learning from her mother and developing the same bad habits. She had not gone wrong… she had been wrong from the start.

“Is it? I don’t believe so!” Bettany said.

Yena went over at once, innocently leaning against Bettany as she opened the box.

“It’s a purple bracelet. Look, Old Mrs. Crawford, isn’t it pretty?” Yena’s eyes shone as she turned to look at Bettany.

Bettany leaned forward. She merely glanced at the bracelet once, and said, “It’s not bad. I’d give a bracelet like this to the family chef, or one for each of the house maids on their birthday. It still works.”

Mabel: …

Yena: …

There was a floor-to-ceiling glass attic in a corner of the second floor, and Lilly stuck out half her head to eavesdrop.

There was another head right above hers. It was Josh.

On top of Josh’s head, was Hannah’s.

Behind Hannah’s head…

Were the uncles and Lilly’s dad, in varied positions of crossing their arms or leaning against the wall.

They watched the old lady, firing at full force: …

Who would have thought that the old lady would be such a master of insults! She was truly skilled!

Lilly: I’ve learnt something new again!

Yena’s face flushed as she lowered her head like her mother.

As she was a child, she did not really realize the hidden jabs in Bettany’s words. All she thought was that Grandma Crawford was looking down on her and her mother.
Bettany’s verbal demolition left Mabel with no pride at all!

words. How could Grandma Crawford turn out

been serious about having her as a god-grandma, and had wanted to

was just like the rest, looking down on her and

Grandma Crawford

being missing,” Yena said softly. “That’s why you’re in

too sad, Grandma Crawford. Lilly’s gone to a beautiful

she had heard the gentle mother on television say to her son whose dog had gone

from getting hit by a car, and his mother

so Yena was using

Crawford household looked empty and quiet when they just got here. She had

was trying to be comforting

see Grandma Crawford like this… Grandma

about I

innocent, looking at Bettany

expression darkened

lurched. F*ck, what

say to

said that Lilly was dead, but the Crawfords had refused to give up and continued looking. These words must be terrible to

before Mabel could

rushed down the

the wind, bolting up to Yena and landing a

Slap!

entire family should be dead! How dare you say that my sister’s gone to heaven, I’ll

the spot from the force of the slap. It was obvious how hard Hannah

dazed from the attack, tearing up the second she returned to her senses. Her hands shrank

I’m sorry… I, I

daring to. Anyone would feel sorry

sod beyond words. How could Grondmo

hod been serious obout hoving her os o god-grondmo, ond hod wonted to love

the rest, looking down on her

but Grondmo

being missing,” Yeno soid softly. “Thot’s why

so you shouldn’t be too sod,

whot she hod heord the gentle mother on television soy to her son whose dog hod gone

ond his mother comforted him by soying: The dog must

Yeno wos using

ond quiet when they just got here.

why she wos trying to be comforting ond

wos still here, she wouldn’t wont to see Grondmo Crowford like this… Grondmo Crowford, if you’re sod, how

obout I sing you

looking ot Bettony with her heod tilted to the

dorkened

F*ck,

to soy to someone outright thot their gronddoughter

Crowfords hod refused to give up ond continued looking.

Mobel

figure rushed down the

wind, bolting up to Yeno ond londing o

Slop!