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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.

her a lollipop.

bucket out in

her face away. “I don’t want

back

“…”

out of curiosity, “Is your bucket full

reminded of the matter at hand, she had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the bucket even if she were to

away to fetch the

so

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

only so slightly wet

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

and tried again but no

poured her another

up drinking four whole cups of water, leaving

grew hoarse

do? It’s still not full. Is

“Uwahh…”

as she held up the bucket once

Josh. The absurd sight of

still cheering Hannah on. “You

frowned and asked, “What’s going

made Hannah cry a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s filled.

“…”

Anthony but found herself with no tears left to

experiencing just how tiring

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

her head. “No buckets. Ask

had

and yet even she

“…”

his hands into his pockets

they cry. A washbasin can fill about a quart. You would be spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the rate of evaporation. Even five years’ worth of your

I do? I

“Try again

didn’t seem

would go by