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.”

it easy for them to blame themselves when they saw pitiful

is done and you shouldn’t

you were right or

of you, as long as you know

kind would make you a doormat, letting others

no way you could please

no point in

should stick to it! What

conscience was at peace about

first to leave,

arrived. A group of medical professionals in lab coats and scrubs came in pushing a brand-new stretcher. For

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

keep listening to the Reed children, all of them

them at once. They blocked the door, refusing

had admitted himself that he had hit

thought that their old man had just finished surgery, and his mind

what was

there was no way they were going to let the

people were no match for the powerful force

matter of seconds, all of

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

was blatantly refusing to back down, even when they were

were right kicked up a fuss insisting they were telling the truth and they

shaking with teary eyes on his bed, wanting to wipe his tears but being

traffic officers and policemen turned a blind eye to this. They left soon after, telling the Reed children, “We’re just acting by

truth, those words sounded

in the ward and their respective family members

too much, they’re abusing their