Spoiled by Eight Uncles

The leader of the thieves cried and pleaded to be taken away, finding solace in the presence of the policeman. After all, they were familiar with each other, which was preferable to encountering ghosts!

With a fearful glance back, the Crawford Mansion was brightly illuminated, cleared of any ghostly figures.

All the members of the Crawford family had returned, and a man with a stern face was talking to the policeman, occasionally glancing at the leader.

A chill ran down the leader’s spine as he thought of the parrot singing Tears Behind Bars” and echoed in his mind. “Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains…”

It’s over, it’s all over!

Anthony joined Lilly after talking to the policemen, and Bettany began to complain, “Tve been living for so long and how dare they steal from us! They even wanted to steal my stone!”

The stone was a gift from Lilly, so stealing it was out of the question.

Bettany was furious, thinking that if Lilly had not suddenly decided to come back early, the thieves might. have succeeded in stealing her precious stone.

“Where’s my frying pan?” the elderly lady grumbled, rolling up her sleeves.

Edward hastily intervened, grabbing her arm. “Hey, Mom, let’s not go that far!”

Anthony suggested, “Alright, let’s bring Lilly back to her room first. I’ll handle the situation outside.”

Edward nodded, “Lilly, let’s go!”

Edward, clutching Lilly tightly in his arms, made his way inside as if he were safeguarding a treasure.

He did not care whether it was jade or not. He had already hidden one piece anyway.

The rest was none of his concern…

Suddenly, Lilly glanced at the leader and spoke, “Uncle Edward, he has your stone.”

Edward came to an abrupt halt, a fierce expression crossing his face. “Who? Who took my stone?!”

Lilly was silent.

The stone held by the leader was photographed and registered by the police before being returned to Edward. With disheveled hair, Edward proceeded, casting a stern glance at the leader.

Lilly furrowed her brows, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. Her attention shifted to the gravel in Edward’s hand, sensing that there might be something concealed within it….

“Uncle Edward, can you give me the stone?” Lilly requested, extending her hand.

Meanwhile, Bettany, standing near the boulder, reached out to touch it and immediately detected a pungent aroma of mustard and salted fish.

cautiously examined the stone in her hand, Anthony cooperated with

of the thieves, who had been escorted into the

the weapon, but his eyes turned

sudden gunshot erupted.

to slip from her grasp, shattering into two halves upon hitting

startled everyone and

instinctively reaching for her chest, only to find her hand covered in

lost their luster, and she collapsed.

“Granny!”

“Mom!”

“Bettany!”

swiftly apprehended the

gun in his hand, the very weapon they had confiscated earlier.

gripped with fear as they realized someone had been killed, and it was none other than Bettany, who suffered

all the thieves’ weapons, so how could there be a gun present?

dereliction of duty on their

I took it away…” said

accurate, yet somehow the confiscated guns had ended up back in his hands!

him away! Get him away!”

“Quick, call 911!”

call headquarters…”

could no longer hear

felt unbearably

girl

and reassure Lilly, but no matter how hard she

“Lilly…”

whispered silently, plunging into complete darkness.

family paced back and forth anxiously.

bullet grazed its edge, prompting the emergency

sat on a chair outside the emergency room, her entire body growing cold as she stared blankly at

entirely preventable.

Granny her fortune just moments

she was overwhelmed with guilt and self-blame. She believed that if she had been more vigilant, her grandmother

Lilly began to

saying. “Don’t cry, it’s not your fault! Your master always warned you against

sobs, Lilly choked out, “But I knew something was wrong. I felt it.”

ghost hovered nearby,

yourself. It’s not your fault at all,” the ghost interjected, disregarding Blake’s attempts to comfort Lilly. He held her close and said. “Hey, don’t cry. Michael would