Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly said, “Chanice, don’t be scared! No one’s going to hurt you anymore!”

She stuck out a finger, drawing a calming amulet in midair and making it stick to Chanice.

Pablo, who had been watching all along without saying a thing, was speechless.

Drawing amulets in mid-air? That was something else! How annoying, it was like she didn’t even need him anymore! This was making him look useless…

Chanice calmed down after having the amulet stuck to her, feeling less scared than she had been before.

She sobbed, “Dad, Mom, he hit me… Chad hit me…”

She sobbed with all her chest, curling into her mother as she said: Chad hit her. Chad threw a chair at her…

He strangled her, slapped her.

She locked herself in her room, but he tried to kick it down…

Chanice’s brother had just calmed down slightly, but blew up all over again upon hearing his sister get assaulted like that.

He grabbed a chair, breaking it on Chad’s head…

Chad’s head bled at once, and chaos broke loose once again. Chad’s father was fuming, “Call the police, call the police!”

Chad lay on the ground in a heap, his chest sinking as the police were mentioned!

His unit was owned by the state! If the police came, he was going to lose his source of income!

What the hell? They couldn’t get the three thousand dollars out of him, so now they were trying to ruin his future? How evil!

Chad was trembling with fear and rage, but quickly calmed down.

just a family argument, and the authorities could not exactly judge for sure who was in the

to counseling and come right out. That

brave all of a

was impossible for him to take them out now, so all he could do was pick up his

watching him

Oh?

Deleting something?

over, only to see that Chad had

the air rang with the wail

cars and ambulances

take statements, and

and their expressions darkened. “Quick, get her in the

at the question. “What’s wrong with my

doctors who was tending to a now-unconscious Chanice said, “We suspect that she’s

legs wobbled, and she nearly

panicking, rushing over to

been detained, frowned. “Sir, that’s not very

do wrong? Why are you

“I’m a victim too!”

pointed at his bleeding head and bruised face. “They all ganged up on me! I was just defending

his own eyes that the police had

but he didn’t stop them and let them attack me! My head’s been bashed in,

enraged, feeling as if he had been

boyfriend! What was a

couples fought, didn’t

were wrong for

arms,

told you, or when did you see that I was a cop?” He picked up