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.

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

people, his parents chatting and laughing with

A whole half hour passed, and no

left out,” Sean said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked me what I was doing. He told me

he felt when he was washing those fruits. He was sorry to say it, but she would truly

“And then?”

a hand through his fair. “Then Cathy fell sick

had only been a week, and she had begun crying all

well to breastmilk, which meant she couldn’t drink breastmilk or she would have an upset stomach from all the

make her formula. But 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

babies’ bellies were soft and floppy, but his

into tears. She cried so hard

got mad at me since

sleep the entire night, and Cathy

mother’s expression

looked at me like she was looking at an

too. His sister was only so young, and she had indeed

truly getting worse by the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and she was hooked up to an

with something when he got

you should go

didn’t need to care about this

days to come after that, Cathy would make round trips to the hospital

on for not boiling the water well enough, or not washing the bottles cleanly enough. One time Cathy was throwing up and

after time, day

their sister, but had they thought of me

mouth, unsure how

“There’s a method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the

once conducted an experiment where they didn’t allow their participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would lose all sense of logic, and even murder or feast on each other like

send chills down anyone’s back. Even reading the description