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.

relatives visited the house. Everytime an older aunt or grandaunt came she would snatch

house was abuzz with people, his parents chatting and

door by himself. A whole half hour passed, and

and

know how he felt when he was washing those fruits. He was sorry to

“And then?”

through his fair. “Then Cathy fell sick for the first

bulged up like a frog’s. It had only been a week, and she had begun

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

since she had a taste of breastmilk. So she would cry, which made

press. Other babies’ bellies were

cried so hard she was practically

was the first time Mom got mad at me

could not sleep the entire night, and Cathy cried

expression turned

looked at me like she was looking at an enemy, shouting at me asking why

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

parents did not have time to care about how he felt, because Cathy was truly getting worse by the second. Everyone

something when he got home, but his

should go to bed

this either, as

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

neglected and 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 he rushed over with napkins to help— only for his mother to

after time, day after day. Eventually, he got

worried over their sister, but had they

opened her mouth, unsure how to comfort

all of a sudden. “There’s a method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep. You only need

Scientists 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

photos that would send chills down anyone’s back. Even reading the description itself… was