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.

would snatch Cathy out of

house was abuzz with people, his parents chatting and laughing

by the door by himself. A whole half

me standing there, and asked me what I was doing. He told me to go wash and

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

“And then?”

fair. “Then Cathy fell sick for the first

down. His parents saw that Cathy’s stomach was bulged up like a frog’s. It had only been a week, and she had begun crying all day and night

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 upset stomach from all the gas in

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

babies’ bellies were soft and floppy,

and Cathy burst into tears. She cried so hard she was practically screaming, her lips were

first time Mom got

could not sleep the entire night, and Cathy cried the entire

mother’s expression turned

mom looked at me like she was looking at an enemy, shouting at me

only so young, and she had indeed only cried because he

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 a long

help with something when he

not needed, you should go to bed and get

that Sean didn’t need to care about this

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

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 shout at him

time after time, day after day. Eventually,

sister, but had they thought of me before?” Sean smirked. “It was

her mouth, unsure how to

piped up 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 three days, and the

without sleep. 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,

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