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.

and the authorities could not exactly judge for sure who was

to counseling and come right out. That happened all the time, didn’t

all

him to take them out now, so all he could do was pick up his phone and cry out

was watching him the whole

Oh?

Deleting something?

only to see that Chad

the air rang with the wail of police

and ambulances were all

statements, and people to bring

representatives took one look at Chanice and their expressions darkened. “Quick, get

mother panicked at the question. “What’s wrong with my daughter,

Chanice said, “We suspect that she’s bleeding internally. She

mother’s legs wobbled, and she nearly keeled

rushing over to the

frowned. “Sir, that’s not very fair

do wrong? Why

“I’m a victim too!”

pointed at his bleeding head and bruised face. “They all ganged up on

seen with his own eyes that the police had gone to

at Blake, fuming. “One of your policemen was right here, but he didn’t stop them and let them

feeling as if he had been

was a little squabble between

fought, didn’t

were wrong for attacking

his arms, his tone

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