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.”

had kind, vulnerable hearts, making it easy for them to blame themselves

done is done and you shouldn’t

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

others think of you, as long as

kind would make you a doormat,

no way you could please

no point in thinking

so you should stick to it! What

conscience was

to leave,

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

in a matter of seconds, before

going to stay here and keep listening to the Reed

Reed children saw this, and rushed up to them at once. They blocked the door,

had admitted himself that

had just finished surgery,

know what was going on at

was no way they were

people were no

a matter of seconds, all

up as big of a fuss as they could. The police officers came

easy to see when one was blatantly refusing to back

insisting they were telling the truth and they had been wronged, passers-by would just believe

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

They left soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just

who didn’t know the truth, those

patients in the ward and their respective

this? That’s too much, they’re