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 themselves when they

sometimes, what’s done is done

no need to think too much about whether you were right

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

a doormat, letting others step

was no way you could please everyone at the

was no point

to it! What could other

long as your conscience was at peace about

the first to leave, with

had also arrived. A group of medical professionals in lab coats and scrubs

patient’s bed in a matter of seconds, before pushing him out

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

them at once. They blocked the door, refusing to let the Crawfords

admitted

thought that their old man had just

was

no way they were

a few people were no match for the powerful force the

a matter of seconds, all of the Crawfords

up as big of a fuss as they could. The police officers came to hold them down, and

to back down, even when they were

a fuss insisting they were telling the truth and

with teary eyes on his bed, wanting to wipe his

turned a blind eye to this. They left soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by the law. You can make a report if you’re

the truth, those words sounded like

patients in the ward and their respective family members piped

too much, they’re abusing their power!