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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.

Hatcher handed her a

a bucket out in the garden after

turned her face away. “I don’t

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

“…”

curiosity, “Is your bucket full now,

the bucket even if she were to cry herself blind. She pinched her lips tight as fresh tears began

hurried away to fetch the

There’s still so much of the bucket left

to cry. “H-Hold it better!

sweating profusely. The bucket was only so slightly wet yet

water on the table over. “There’s no

cup and tried again but no more tears

poured her another glass.

drinking four whole cups of water, leaving her

for a long while. Her voice grew hoarse but the

It’s still not full. Is Granny not

“Uwahh…”

glinted in the light as she held

sight of Hannah crying with

Hannah on. “You can do

asked, “What’s going on

a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop

“…”

but found herself with no tears left

time experiencing just how tiring

again, Uncle. Please ask Granny to allow me to change

vigorously shook her head. “No buckets. Ask

basin. She had a feeling

cried, and yet even she

“…”

Math, stuffed his hands into his

would be spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the rate

“What should I

thought about it. “Try again when you

years didn’t seem

go by