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

what’s done is done and you

you were right or wrong.

use caring about what others think of you, as

a

could please everyone

was no point in thinking

made a choice, so you should stick to it! What could other people

long as your conscience was at peace about

was the first to leave, with

lab coats and scrubs

a matter

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

to them at once. They blocked the door, refusing

if their father had admitted himself

thought that their old man had just finished surgery, and

was going

they were going

a few people were no

matter of seconds, all of

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

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

insisting they were telling

shaking with teary eyes on his bed, wanting to wipe his tears

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

know the truth,

patients in the ward and their respective

That’s too much, they’re abusing