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.

snatch Cathy out of Sean’s arms, saying that he

parents chatting and laughing with everyone as they held Cathy in their

by the door by himself. A whole half hour passed, and no one

time I ever felt left out,” Sean said. “Dad finally saw me standing there, and asked me what I was doing. He told me to go wash and cut up some fruits

Lilly would never know how he felt when he was washing those fruits. He was sorry to say it, but she would

“And then?”

“Then Cathy fell

jaundiced, and it wouldn’t go 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 without stopping aside from the occasional

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

was stubborn too, refusing to be bottle-fed ever since she had a taste of breastmilk. So she would cry, which made

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

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

first time Mom got mad at me since

sleep the entire night,

expression turned

was looking at an

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

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

when he got home, but his mother

needed, you should go to bed and get some

about this either, as long as he didn’t cause any more

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

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

happened time after time, day

understand that they were worried over their sister, but had they thought

mouth, unsure how to

a method of forcing someone to confess where you don’t allow the prisoner to sleep. You only need three days, and the

where they didn’t allow their participants to sleep, and the conclusion was bone-chilling— they would

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