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

sometimes, what’s done is done and you shouldn’t

whether you were right or wrong. Don’t

less use caring about what others think of you, as long as you know you’re being a good

would make you a doormat, letting others step

way you could please

there was no point in thinking about

choice, so you should stick to it! What could

as your conscience

first to leave, with Lilly in his

of medical professionals in lab coats and scrubs came in pushing

matter of seconds, before pushing him out

to stay here and keep listening to the Reed children, all of them leaving

rushed up to them at once. They blocked the door,

if their father had admitted himself that he had hit

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

didn’t know what was going on

was no way they were going

few people were no match for

seconds, all of the Crawfords

fuss as they could. The police officers came

see when one was blatantly refusing to

right kicked up a fuss insisting they were telling the truth and they had been wronged, passers-by would

with teary eyes on his bed, wanting to wipe his tears but being

to this. They left soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by

know the truth, those words sounded

other patients in the ward and their respective

much, they’re abusing