Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

The old man opened his mouth, preparing to insist that the Crawfords hit him.

Yet upon speaking, he found himself telling the truth. “It was my fault. I was going too fast on my motorcycle…”

“I’m old, you know… I… I saw the car coming and couldn’t react in time, so I hit it…”

The words left his children in shock!

His oldest daughter hopped to her feet, fuming. “Dad, what are you going on about?”

The oldest son was frustrated as well. “Don’t be scared of them, they’re trying to trap you into giving them an answer they want!”

The second son, who was the guy in the gray T-shirt from the start, said, “Dad, your mind’s still foggy, isn’t it? They parked the car by the side of the road, how was it your fault?”

The children piped up one after the older, blaming their father for saying the wrong thing.

The old man opened his mouth wanting to say something, but ended up keeping silent.

He could not do anything amidst his children’s frustration. He was a patient who had just come out of a surgery, but could only lay there with trembling lips as his children berated him.

Helpless and pitiful.

Lilly stared at the sight before her in a daze. Had she done the right thing?

The truth amulet had, indeed, gotten the old man to tell the truth.

But because he had told the truth, he had ended up getting yelled at by his children— which mean Lilly was to blame for this.

She had thought that she had been doing the right thing, but that didn’t seem to be completely the case.

Blake carried her into his arms. “I know what you’re thinking about.”

vulnerable hearts, making it easy for them to blame themselves when they saw

done is done and you shouldn’t

need to think too much about whether you were right or wrong. Don’t overcrowd that little head of

think of you, as long as you know you’re being

you a doormat, letting others step all over

no way you could please everyone at the

no point in thinking about

stick to it! What could other people do about

as your conscience was

the first to leave, with

A group of medical professionals in lab coats and scrubs came in pushing a brand-new stretcher. For some reason,

the patient’s bed in a matter

keep listening

to them at

if their father had admitted himself that he had

that their old man had just finished surgery, and his mind

didn’t know what was

there was no way they were going to let the

course, a few people were no match

a matter of seconds, all of the Crawfords

of a fuss as they could. The police officers came to hold them down, and they shouted that the police force was protecting the rich and being

to back down, even when they were clearly in the

insisting they

on his bed, wanting to

eye to this. They left soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by the law. You can make a report if

know the truth, those words sounded like

and their respective

That’s too much, they’re abusing