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

grew helpless, a small figure

her a lollipop. “For you,

into a bucket out in the garden after she

her face away. “I don’t want your

stuff the lollipop back into her

“…”

out of curiosity, “Is your bucket full now,

to fill the

to fetch the

still so

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

only so slightly wet

over. “There’s no more water in your

the cup and tried again but

her another glass. “Here’s

ended up drinking four whole cups of water, leaving her

Her voice grew hoarse but the bucket was yet

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

“Uwahh…”

as she held up the bucket once

Josh. The absurd sight of Hannah crying with Lilly holding up a basin was what

on. “You can do it! Believe

frowned and asked, “What’s

full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s

“…”

but found herself with no

tired. This was her first time experiencing just how tiring

cry again, Uncle. Please ask Granny to allow me

head. “No buckets. Ask Granny for a cup

She had a feeling even a cup

cried, and yet even she couldn’t fill

“…”

was good at Math, stuffed his hands

a quart. You would be spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring

I do? I

about it. “Try again when you wake