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

done is done and you shouldn’t look

no need to think too much about whether you were right or wrong. Don’t overcrowd that little head

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

a doormat, letting others

could

no point

you should stick to it! What could

long as your conscience was at peace about

first to leave, with Lilly in his

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

changed the patient’s bed in a matter of

here and keep listening

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

had admitted himself

old man had just

didn’t know what was

was no way they were

few people were no match for the

of seconds, all

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

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

if people who truly believed they were right kicked up a fuss insisting they were telling the truth and they had

teary eyes on his bed, wanting to wipe his tears but

soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by the law. You can make a report if

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

patients in the ward and their respective family members piped up at

much, they’re