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.”

making it easy for them to blame

done and you

much about whether you were right or wrong. Don’t overcrowd that little head

less use caring about what others think of you, as

would make you a doormat, letting others step all

no way you could please everyone

there was no point

a choice, so you should stick to it!

conscience was at

first to leave, with

medical professionals in lab coats and scrubs came in pushing

changed the patient’s bed in a matter of seconds,

not going to stay here and keep listening to the Reed children, all of

them at once. They blocked the door, refusing to

if their father had admitted himself that he had

still thought that their old man had just finished surgery,

was going on

no way they were

of course, a few people were no match for the powerful force the

of seconds, all of the Crawfords

they could. The police officers came to hold them down, and

one was blatantly refusing to back down, even when they were clearly in the

insisting they

saw the old man shaking with teary eyes on his bed, wanting

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

the truth, those words sounded like

the ward and their

much, they’re abusing their power! How