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.

all left the ward, Robin’s expression was

Robin. You are already busy with your things, and now you are held back because of this. You can’t even have a decent

anything any further. “That’s enough, Mrs. Szell. You don’t have to say anything

to look at Mrs. Szell with a stern look on her face. “Mrs. Szell, if 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 what he saw when he was down there. Someone

even Robin would have an

went down the stairs just now, either he was horrified, or he might have even fallen down the stairs, or bumped into something when he was running away too

happened. He was adamant

right, Miss Robin. You are such an

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 can be. If he doesn’t change how he behaves, sooner or later, someone might hurt

immediately turned and walked away, leaving

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