Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 696 Hell Hath No Fury

“Do you even deserve to be called human, you bunch? A trembling old man from the crowd couldn’t hold back his emotions. Being an elderly person himself, he understood the depths of despair that the deceased old lady must have felt.

Tears streamed down his face as he uttered vulgar words: “Your mother raised all four of you, but not a single one of you can take care of her!”

“You’re nothing but beasts, worse than animals! Your mother should have drowned you all in a bucket. when she gave birth to you!”

“You’re not human, you’re society’s scum, garbage…”

The old man continued his profanity-laden tirade, but his family quickly pulled him away, trying to shield him from the backlash that was brewing.

However, they couldn’t prevent the onslaught of insults from the surrounding people. The old lady’s children became the target of verbal abuse.

“Arrest them! Execute them!”

“I can’t believe we have such neighbors. Just thinking about it makes me sick.”

“Sigh, if only we had known earlier…”

The sentence trailed off, leaving it unfinished.

What was it?

Could it be that the neighbors were truly unaware of Daun’s mistreatment of his mother? Some were simply meddling too much, causing Daun’s wife to bear the brunt of the humiliation, unable to lift her head high.

Some were afraid to interfere, as they wondered what they could do. Could they take the old woman in and care for her themselves?

Some even contacted the nursing home and had the community intervene, but it all ended in vain. The old lady continued to wander between her three sons’ homes, without a place to call her own.

Reality often proves to be more brutal than imagination.

Daun and his siblings kept their heads lowered, unable to find words to defend themselves.

But deep down, they harbored a strong sense of resentment.

None of them believed that they were responsible for their mother’s death.

-In fact, after watching the video, they were even more convinced that it was the fault of their other

siblings.

Daun thought to himself, “If Tom and Shaun had opened the door, could our mother have died on his doorstep? How can they accuse me like this?”

If Daun and Shaun had opened the door, why would I be

door all night, and Daun can just refuse to open the door. What kind of

epitome of injustice. If I had received a house in the city or even a plot of land

of the old

end, they were sentenced for abandonment, a crime that led to

while Tom and Shaun were sentenced to a year

verdict couldn’t understand. How could such a serious

the daughters-in-law over who would handle the funeral arrangements for

inauspicious, especially since there was a typhoon and the weather was stormy with rain and strong winds-it seemed like too much

Alfornada, felt a sense of gloominess. Daun and his siblings were despicable, but she

their own? Aren’t they afraid that they’ll end up like

had long known about the situation, sighed as she patted Lilly’s head. “We hope that bad people will meet their downfall,

a crying baby always gets the

without regard for disturbing others, or forcefully occupy basketball or soccer fields, even the roads. They live happily in their little

them? Sorry, but for them, it means nothing-it doesn’t even reach

by their demands and have no choice but to support

there’s the saying ‘no

pondered for a moment before answering. “Indeed, there are many such phenomena. Where there’s sunshine, there’s also shadow. Where there’s darkness, there’s light. This society has its fair share of cold realities, but it also has heartwarming acts of love and mutual assistance. It depends on what you choose to see… what

Lilly nodded.

Although, however…

couldn’t help but feel

believed she could do something

how frustrated you feel, never let it get to

+5 Bonus

Inside the prison.

sewing machine, dragging his feet and slacking off.

be out in three years, so why

make him do these menial tasks? What would

to assembling ballpoint pens. Growing increasingly impatient, he finally got a

up before, but he had

crossed, making little grumbling

those annoying little tasks. At home, he still had chores. to do, and he would

It was peaceful here!

think that sending him here for rehabilitation would make him repent and change his

out, shedding a few fake tears and saying he was wrong, what could

as he drifted

was destined to be restless for

found himself standing in the Palace of the Ruler of

his figure obscured by the light. Daun couldn’t see clearly,