Spoiled by Eight Uncles

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.

the world had

a small figure

Hatcher handed her a lollipop.

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

and turned her face away. “I

didn’t hesitate to stuff the lollipop back into her pocket. “Okay. If you

“…”

out of curiosity, “Is your bucket full

had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the bucket even if she were to

away to fetch the

still so much of the bucket left

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

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

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

girl gulped down the cup and tried again

her another

drinking four whole

long while. Her voice grew

was sympathetic to her plight. “What to do? It’s still not full.

“Uwahh…”

the light as she held up the bucket once

Anthony returned with Drake and Josh. The absurd sight of Hannah crying with Lilly holding up

cheering Hannah on. “You can

frowned and asked, “What’s going

“Granny made Hannah cry a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed

“…”

at Anthony but found herself with no

first time experiencing just how tiring crying could be.

“I won’t cry again, Uncle. Please ask Granny to allow

her head. “No buckets. Ask Granny for

basin. She had a feeling even

always cried, and yet even

“…”

who was good at Math, stuffed his

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

wept. “What should I do? I can’t

“Try again when you wake