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.

rest, looking down on

Grandma Crawford didn’t even hug

sad about Lilly being missing,” Yena said softly.

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

was what she had heard the gentle mother on television say

hit by a car, and his

so Yena was using

just got here. She had no idea that Lilly

why she was trying to be

to see Grandma Crawford like this… Grandma Crawford, if you’re sad, how about I keep you company from

I sing you a

Bettany with her head tilted

darkened

lurched. F*ck, what

say to someone outright

that Lilly was dead, but the Crawfords had refused to give up and continued looking.

before Mabel could

rushed down the

bolting up to Yena

Slap!

Your entire family should be

the spot from the force of the slap. It was obvious how

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

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Slop!