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

house was abuzz with people, his parents chatting and laughing with everyone as they held Cathy in

whole half hour passed, and

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

those

“And then?”

through his fair. “Then Cathy fell

and it wouldn’t go down. His parents saw that Cathy’s stomach was bulged up like a frog’s. It had only been

hospital, but the doctor said it was just bloating. The bloating was because she did not take well to breastmilk, which meant she couldn’t drink breastmilk or she would have an

make her formula. But Cathy was stubborn too, refusing to be bottle-fed ever since she had a taste of breastmilk. So

press. Other babies’ bellies were soft and floppy, but

burst into tears. She cried so hard she was practically screaming, her

got mad at me since Cathy

night,

mother’s expression turned

an enemy, shouting at me asking why I made Cathy

so young, and she had indeed only

did not have time to care about how he felt, because Cathy was truly getting worse by the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and she was hooked up to an intubator for

something when he got home, but his mother

not needed, you should go to bed and

this either, as long as

Cathy would make round trips

the water well enough, or not washing the

time, day after day. Eventually, he got

worried over their sister, but had they thought of me before?” Sean smirked.

unsure how to

forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow

participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would lose all

yielded photos that would send chills down anyone’s back. Even reading the