Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 553 A Sudden Change

The leader of the thieves cried and pleaded to be taken away, finding solace in the presence of the policeman. After all, they were familiar with each other, which was preferable to encountering ghosts!

With a fearful glance back, the Crawford Mansion was brightly illuminated, cleared of any ghostly figures.

All the members of the Crawford family had returned, and a man with a stern face was talking to the policeman, occasionally glancing at the leader.

A chill ran down the leader’s spine as he thought of the parrot singing Tears Behind Bars” and echoed in his mind. “Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains…”

It’s over, it’s all over!

Anthony joined Lilly after talking to the policemen, and Bettany began to complain, “Tve been living for so long and how dare they steal from us! They even wanted to steal my stone!”

The stone was a gift from Lilly, so stealing it was out of the question.

Bettany was furious, thinking that if Lilly had not suddenly decided to come back early, the thieves might. have succeeded in stealing her precious stone.

“Where’s my frying pan?” the elderly lady grumbled, rolling up her sleeves.

Edward hastily intervened, grabbing her arm. “Hey, Mom, let’s not go that far!”

Anthony suggested, “Alright, let’s bring Lilly back to her room first. I’ll handle the situation outside.”

Edward nodded, “Lilly, let’s go!”

Edward, clutching Lilly tightly in his arms, made his way inside as if he were safeguarding a treasure.

He did not care whether it was jade or not. He had already hidden one piece anyway.

The rest was none of his concern…

Suddenly, Lilly glanced at the leader and spoke, “Uncle Edward, he has your stone.”

Edward came to an abrupt halt, a fierce expression crossing his face. “Who? Who took my stone?!”

Lilly was silent.

The stone held by the leader was photographed and registered by the police before being returned to Edward. With disheveled hair, Edward proceeded, casting a stern glance at the leader.

Lilly furrowed her brows, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. Her attention shifted to the gravel in Edward’s hand, sensing that there might be something concealed within it….

“Uncle Edward, can you give me the stone?” Lilly requested, extending her hand.

Meanwhile, Bettany, standing near the boulder, reached out to touch it and immediately detected a pungent aroma of mustard and salted fish.

the stone in her hand, Anthony cooperated with the police on the follow-up procedures, and Blake called

the thieves, who had been escorted into the police

got the

sudden gunshot

trembled, causing the stone to slip from her grasp, shattering into

sound startled everyone and shifted their

stood frozen, instinctively reaching for her chest, only to find her hand

eyes lost their luster, and

“Granny!”

“Mom!”

“Bettany!”

descended into chaos as the police swiftly apprehended the leader, only to discover. that he had

his hand, the very weapon they had confiscated

someone had been killed, and it

had already confiscated all the thieves’ weapons, so

of duty on their part, and innocent

I remember taking away this gun. I’m sure I took it away…” said a bewildered police officer, desperately

memory was accurate, yet somehow the confiscated guns had ended up back in his

away! Get him

“Quick, call 911!”

“Call headquarters, call headquarters…”

could no longer hear the voices around

eyelids felt

girl sobbing

ached as she struggled to open her eyes and reassure Lilly, but no matter

“Lilly…”

silently, plunging

the hospital, the Crawford family paced

fatal blow as the bullet grazed its edge, prompting the emergency room to issue multiple critical condition

on a chair outside the emergency room, her entire body

It was entirely preventable.

hadn’t she told Granny her

her hand, but now she was overwhelmed with guilt and self-blame. She believed that if she had been more vigilant, her grandmother would

face, Lilly began

Your master always warned you against telling someone else’s fortune. None of us could

out, “But I knew something

hovered nearby, filled

It’s not your fault at all,” the ghost interjected, disregarding Blake’s attempts to comfort

flowed uncontrollably as she

Hell, she understood the truth of life and death a long time ago. She had witnessed her mother’s

her grandmother’s life