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.”

for them to blame themselves

done and you shouldn’t

whether you were right or wrong. Don’t

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

a doormat, letting others step

no way you could please everyone at

no point in

to

long as your conscience was at

to leave, with

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

a matter

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

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

their father had admitted himself that he had hit

just finished surgery, and

know what was going

were going

of course, a few people were no match for the

a matter of seconds, all of the Crawfords

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

was easy to see when one was blatantly refusing to back down, even when they

fuss insisting they were telling the

wanting to wipe his tears

telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by

didn’t know the truth, those words sounded like a

other patients in the ward and their

this? That’s too much, they’re abusing their power! How