Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Bettany’s verbal demolition left Mabel with no pride at all!

She couldn’t even say a single word, hurriedly pushing the giftbox in her hands out and squeezing out a smile. “Old Mrs. Crawford, I just heard Blake say that you missed your granddaughter too much to the point where it was affecting your health. That’s why I came all this way to see you in hopes of helping you feel a little better… Health is the most important aspect of life no matter what. I don’t think Lilly would want to see you in this state when she comes back either!”

Bettany nodded. “You’re right.”

Mabel heaved a sigh of relief to herself, her expression creased with sadness. “I know how you feel. I’m a mother too, I know how it feels to not be able to see your child.”

Bettany glanced at her. She tossed the giftbox onto the coffee table, as if she was handling a packet of crackers.

Yena said at once, “Grandma Crawford, Mom spent so long choosing this gift. It really is pretty!”

Bettany glanced at the child before her, not knowing where to start.

It had to be said that the apple didn’t fall far from the try.

This kid was about the same age as Lilly, but had learnt things that she shouldn’t be learning from her mother and developing the same bad habits. She had not gone wrong… she had been wrong from the start.

“Is it? I don’t believe so!” Bettany said.

Yena went over at once, innocently leaning against Bettany as she opened the box.

“It’s a purple bracelet. Look, Old Mrs. Crawford, isn’t it pretty?” Yena’s eyes shone as she turned to look at Bettany.

Bettany leaned forward. She merely glanced at the bracelet once, and said, “It’s not bad. I’d give a bracelet like this to the family chef, or one for each of the house maids on their birthday. It still works.”

Mabel: …

Yena: …

There was a floor-to-ceiling glass attic in a corner of the second floor, and Lilly stuck out half her head to eavesdrop.

There was another head right above hers. It was Josh.

On top of Josh’s head, was Hannah’s.

Behind Hannah’s head…

Were the uncles and Lilly’s dad, in varied positions of crossing their arms or leaning against the wall.

They watched the old lady, firing at full force: …

Who would have thought that the old lady would be such a master of insults! She was truly skilled!

Lilly: I’ve learnt something new again!

Yena’s face flushed as she lowered her head like her mother.

As she was a child, she did not really realize the hidden jabs in Bettany’s words. All she thought was that Grandma Crawford was looking down on her and her mother.
Bettany’s verbal demolition left Mabel with no pride at all!

Yena was sad beyond words. How could Grandma Crawford turn out to be this way?

Yena had been serious about having her as a god-grandma, and had wanted to love and respect her in the future.

Crawford was just like the rest,

had walked over, but Grandma Crawford didn’t even

sad about Lilly being missing,” Yena

can’t come back to life, so you shouldn’t be too sad, Grandma Crawford. Lilly’s gone to a beautiful

she had heard the gentle mother on television say to her son whose

a car, and his mother comforted him by saying: The dog must

so Yena was

they just got here. She

was why she was trying

like this… Grandma Crawford, if you’re sad, how

about I sing you

innocent, looking at Bettany with her head tilted

expression darkened at

lurched. F*ck,

huge offense to say to someone outright that their

to give up and continued looking. These

before Mabel

small figure rushed down the

wind, bolting up to Yena and landing

Slap!

fury as she roared, “You’re the one who should be dead! Your entire family should be dead! How dare you say that my sister’s gone to heaven,

on the spot from the force of the slap. It was

the second she returned to her senses. Her hands shrank back, and she

sorry… I, I

to cry but not daring to. Anyone would feel sorry at the

Grondmo Crowford turn

os o god-grondmo, ond hod wonted to love

Crowford wos just like the rest, looking down on

hod wolked over, but Grondmo Crowford didn’t even

Lilly being missing,” Yeno soid softly. “Thot’s why you’re

to life, so you shouldn’t be too sod, Grondmo Crowford. Lilly’s

mother on television soy to her

little boy’s dog hod died from getting hit by o cor, ond his mother comforted him by soying:

so Yeno wos using

got here. She hod no ideo

wos trying to be comforting

Crowford like this… Grondmo

obout I sing you o

looking ot Bettony with her heod tilted

expression dorkened ot

F*ck, whot

to soy to someone outright thot

Crowfords hod refused to give up ond continued looking. These words must

before Mobel could

rushed down

bolting up to Yeno ond londing

Slop!