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.

Everytime an older aunt or grandaunt came she would snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he

parents chatting and laughing with everyone as they held Cathy in

the door by himself. A whole half

Sean said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked me what

those fruits.

“And then?”

hand through his fair. “Then Cathy fell

parents saw that Cathy’s stomach was bulged up like a frog’s. It had only

to the hospital, but the doctor said it was just bloating. The bloating was because she did not take well to breastmilk, which meant

was no choice but to 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

bellies were soft and floppy, but his sister’s was hard

only pressed it once, and Cathy burst into tears. She cried so hard she was practically screaming,

the first time Mom got mad at me since Cathy was

entire night, and Cathy cried the entire

mother’s expression turned

an enemy, shouting at me asking why

young, and

he felt, because Cathy was truly getting worse by the second. Everyone rushed her to the hospital, and

when

not needed, you should go to

this either,

trips to the hospital every couple of days. Sean was truly

boiling the water well enough, or not washing the bottles cleanly enough. One time Cathy was throwing up and he rushed over with napkins to help— only for his mother to shout at him to get

day after

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

mouth, unsure how

you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep. You only need

their participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would lose all sense of logic, and even

anyone’s back. Even