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 and you

much about whether you were right or wrong. Don’t overcrowd that

think of you, as long as

would make you a doormat, letting others step all over

way you could please

no point

stick to it! What could other

as your conscience was at peace about

the first to leave, with

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

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

listening to the Reed children,

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

their father had admitted himself that he had hit

just finished surgery, and his mind

was going on

no way they were going to let

few people were no match

matter of seconds, all of

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

see when one was blatantly refusing to back

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

eyes on his bed, wanting to

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

the truth, those words sounded like

ward and their respective family members piped up

much, they’re