Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 590 You’ve Done Well, Sean

Sean said quietly, “I was eleven when my mother was pregnant with Cathy. I’ve just started sixth grade.”

That seemed like such a long time ago. Sean could barely remember it.

He could only remember running up and down happily, fetching whatever his mother wanted, going grocery shopping with her as they chatted over whether it would be a little boy or little girl. What they would name the baby if it was a boy, or a girl.

“It was me who came up with the name Cathy too,” Sean said quietly.

He had even prepared a gift for her in secret.

“The day Mom gave birth to Cathy, everyone was so nervous. Dad was rushing around bringing things to the hospital, and I rushed to the hospital first thing after school as well. Cathy came out of the delivery room just as I got there.”

“I was the first to hold her.”

Sean was overjoyed then. His mother had asked him if he would like a younger brother or sister, to which he had said that he was fine with either— but really wanted a little sister just a little more.

Then it turned out to really be a little sister.

“She was like a kitten! She was only this small!” Sean gestured with his hands. “I reached out to touch her face, and she grabbed my finger.”

Sean would never forget the shock and joy he felt the first time his sister grabbed his finger.

Then came the few days of Dad running to and from the hospital, delivering meals to Mom.

His mother had gotten pregnant at an older age, and there had been complications post-birth that required her to be on medicine. Cathy could not be breastfed because of this, and Sean thus learnt how to make her formula.

Another chaotic week passed, and his mother and sister finally returned from the hospital.

“There were lots of relatives over. They all fussed and cooed over my sister. Mom talked to them, and Dad was so busy.”

Everyone was so busy.

or grandaunt came she would snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he didn’t know how to hold her and might hurt

abuzz with people, his parents chatting and laughing with everyone as they held

the door by himself. A whole half hour passed,

time I ever felt left out,” Sean said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked me what I was

know how he felt when he was washing those

“And then?”

ran a hand through his fair. “Then Cathy fell sick for

saw that Cathy’s stomach was bulged up like a frog’s. It had only been a week, and she had

just bloating. The bloating was because she did not take well to

Cathy was stubborn too, refusing to be bottle-fed ever since she had a taste of breastmilk. So she would cry, which made the bloating worse, which left them no choice but to breastfeed her… and the cycle

belly a little press. Other babies’ bellies were

tears. She cried so hard she was practically screaming, her lips were

was the first time Mom got

night, and

mother’s expression turned

like she was looking at an enemy, shouting

was scared too. His sister was only so young, and

getting worse by the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital,

help with something when he

not needed, you should go to bed and

about this either, as long as he didn’t cause

after that, Cathy would make round trips to the hospital every couple of days.

picked on every single time his sister cried. He would be picked on for not boiling the water well enough, or not washing the bottles cleanly enough. One time Cathy was throwing up and

time after time, day after day. Eventually,

they were worried over their sister, but had they thought

mouth, unsure how to comfort

method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep. You only need three days, and the prisoner

to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling—

send chills down anyone’s back.