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.”

kind, vulnerable hearts, making it easy for them to blame themselves when they saw pitiful

what’s done is done and

about whether you were right or

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

a doormat, letting others step all over

no way you could

point in thinking about

stick to it!

your conscience was

first to leave, with Lilly in

coats and scrubs came in pushing a brand-new stretcher. For some reason, they looked awfully

a matter of

going to stay here and keep listening to the Reed children, all

this, and rushed up to them at once. They blocked the door, refusing to let

admitted himself that he had hit

their old man had just finished

didn’t know what was going on

way they were going

of course, a few people were no match for the

matter of seconds, all of the Crawfords were

of a fuss as they could. The police officers came to hold them

was blatantly refusing to back down, even when

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

bed, wanting to wipe his tears but being unable to move. How

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

the truth, those

the ward and their respective family

much, they’re abusing their power! How