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Chapter 35 The Crawfords Owe It To Her

Hannah, meanwhile, was so frightened that she stopped crying. Her cries tapered off into hiccups and soft sobs.

Bettany’s temper flared. Her countenance took on an arctic chill. “You like crying, don’t you? Do as you like! You’re not allowed to stop until you fill this bucket!”

The girl, sure enough, burst into full-blown wailing after receiving the scare.

She had cried at first to cause a scene, but now she was downright howling.

Her tears were genuine this time.

The child held the bucket in her hands and kept crying. Each tear fell into the container.

Mrs. Bettany Levine, the Madam of the Crawford household, was, however, an obstinate woman. She silently watched on as the younger cried.

The elder had a childish streak to her. You want to act out? So can I. Both were now stuck in a stalemate until Hannah grew exhausted from her endless whines.

Hannah was too afraid to stop. She proceeded to cry even harder when she finally noticed her tears wouldn’t even fill half a cup.

She choked up as she continued sobbing, “I can’t anymore, Granny. I’m thirsty… I want water…”

Margaret could barely hold in her laughter.

Bettany was as angry as she was amused. “Are you going to keep crying?”

Hannah sniffled and shook her head. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Bettany grunted and went back inside.

Margaret hurriedly approached the child. “Let’s go back inside, Little Miss! Have a glass of water.”

Hannah had cried her eyes red. No one had ever treated her this way.

Her mother would always meet her demands whenever she turned on the waterworks.

She was slowly coming to understand her tears weren’t everything. They meant nothing before her grandmother.

Margaret guided the child to the first floor and sat her down to get her to drink water.

No one else had come home. Her mother had also been driven away. It seemed she was the only one left in the huge manor. Hannah suddenly felt fearful, flustered, and confused.

It was as if the world had left her behind…

Just as she grew helpless, a small figure sprinted down the stairs.

handed her a lollipop. “For

notice of Hannah crying into a bucket out in the garden after she had

her face

to stuff the lollipop back into her pocket. “Okay. If

“…”

curiosity, “Is your bucket

the matter at hand, she had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the bucket even if she were to cry herself blind. She pinched

away to fetch

still so much of

continued to cry. “H-Hold it better! Don’t let my tears fall to the

The bucket was only so slightly wet yet Hannah had no more

brought the cup of water on the table over. “There’s no more water in

down the cup and

another glass. “Here’s

ended up drinking four whole cups

for a long while. Her voice grew hoarse but the bucket was

It’s still not full. Is Granny

“Uwahh…”

glinted in the light as

sight of

“You can do it!

frowned and asked, “What’s going on

immediately explained, “Granny made Hannah cry a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s

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Anthony but found herself with no tears left to squeeze

was tired. This was her first time experiencing just how tiring crying could be. I

won’t cry again, Uncle. Please ask Granny to allow me to change to a smaller

Ask Granny for a cup instead,

She had a feeling even a cup

even she couldn’t fill

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his hands into his pockets and

can fill about a quart. You would be spending the next 2,000 days crying.

should I do?

“Try again when you

didn’t seem like a

would go by in a