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 when

is done and you shouldn’t look

whether you were right or

what others think of you, as long as you know

a doormat, letting others step all

no way you could please everyone at the

there was no point in thinking

so you should stick to it! What could other

your conscience was at peace

was the first to leave, with Lilly

lab coats and scrubs came in

bed in a matter of

keep listening to the Reed

at once. They blocked the door, refusing to

father had admitted

thought that their old man had just finished surgery, and

was going on at

they were

few people were no match for the

a matter of seconds, all of the Crawfords

of a fuss as they could. The police officers

was blatantly refusing to back

who truly believed they were right kicked up a fuss insisting they were telling the truth

his bed, wanting to wipe his tears but being unable to

traffic 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

know the truth, those words

and their respective family members piped up at

much, they’re abusing their