Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

“Peter?!”

As he was in a daze, Peter could hear his mother’s voice.

“What happened to you? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Peter’s eyes turned red. He shook his head.

“No. I’m not hurt anywhere.”

His voice turned soft and he became even more silent.

Mrs. Szell didn’t realize what was happening to him. In a state of rush, she began to berate him. “Are you being a mischief again? Trying to make a prank and whatnot. So you were acting like you were in pain? Well I hope you weren’t faking it just now and were really in pain!” she scolded.

“Did you know that Miss Robis was already finished with her work and was all ready to go back home? Because of you, she had to stay and was held back for a long time. Do you have any idea how tired Miss Robis is? She even had to come back to school to clean the classrooms. Can’t you just be considerate toward your teacher for just a moment? Now look at what you did…” After a long rant, Mrs. Szell finally remembered to kiss up to Robin.

Meanwhile, Robin was rendered speechless as she stood at the side.

She pressed on the temple of her head. When she looked up, she saw Peter pursing his lips tightly. His eyes were all red as tears appeared in his eyes.

Softly, Robin asked, “Are you all right, Peter? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? You can tell me anything. Don’t be afraid. We’ll tell the doctor where you’re hurt and-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Peter suddenly wailed out loud.

His tears were falling down his cheeks nonstop.

Because of how afraid he was, he started to shiver uncontrollably as he continued to cry.

Without even realizing it, Robin immediately brought Peter into her arms and held him tightly. Slowly, she patted his back. “Don’t cry. You can tell me anything that happened to you,” she said.

Peter was crying to the point that it was hard for him to breathe. However, he still didn’t say anything until the end.

“If I told Mom that I saw an older ghost that was beaten to death, Mom would beat me up again. She’ll say that I’m causing trouble to the teacher,” he thought.

For the entire time, Peter kept on crying until he was so tired he went to sleep.

Mrs. Szell was standing there, dumbfounded.

left the ward, Robin’s expression

just couldn’t stop herself from talking. “I’m really sorry for troubling you, Miss Robin. You are already busy with your things, and now you are held back because of this. You can’t

further. “That’s enough, Mrs. Szell. You

you really care about Peter, you should pay more attention to him. It was obvious that he was scared to the point of being hysteric. Who knows

the quiet school, sometimes even Robin would have an eerie feeling when she

stairs just now, either he was horrified, or he might have even

happened. He was adamant that he was afraid his mother might scold

yes. You’re absolutely right, Miss Robin. You are such an attentive

you this kind of thing doesn’t work on me. If you have so much free time, you should do more research on how to take care of Peter’s emotional and mental growth. You should spend more of your time teaching and guiding him! His habit of giving nicknames to other people should be stopped soon. It’s okay if it was just a banter between friends when he’s in school. He still doesn’t know how mean society

her lecture, Robin immediately turned

Szell was left speechless as

was nothing else she could do. The society was just too cruel and

called her a bootlicker, but all she did was for

someone else would

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treetment to someone else’s child, she would rether heve

she hed no other choice but to go beck to Peter’s room so

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