Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

“Peter?!” As he was in a daze, Peter could hear his mother’s voice.

“What happened to you? Are you hurt anywhere?” Peter's eyes turned red. He shook his head.

“No. I'm not hurt anywhere.” His voice tuned soft and he became even more silent.

Mrs. Szell didn’t realize what was happening to him. In a state of rush, she began to berate him. “Are you being a mischief again? Trying to make a prank and whatnot. So you were acting like you were in pain? Well | hope you weren't faking it just now and were really in pain!” she scolded.

“Did you know that Miss Robis was already finished with her work and was all ready to go back home? Because of you, she had to stay and was held back for a long time. Do you have any idea how tired Miss Robis is? She even had to come back to school to clean the classrooms. Can't you just be considerate toward your teacher for just a moment? Now look at what you did...” After along rant, Mrs. Szell finally remembered to kiss up to Robin.

Meanwhile, Robin was rendered speechless as she stood at the side.

She pressed on the temple of her head. When she looked up, she saw Peter pursing his lips tightly. His eyes were all red as tears appeared in his eyes.

Softly, Robin asked, “Are you all right, Peter? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? You can tell me anything. Don't be afraid. We'll tell the doctor where you're hurt and-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Peter suddenly wailed out loud.

His tears were falling down his cheeks nonstop.

Because of how afraid he was, he started to shiver uncontrollably as he continued to cry.

Without even realizing it, Robin immediately brought Peter into her arms and held him tightly. Slowly, she patted his back. “Don’t cry. You can tell me anything that happened to you,” she said.

Peter was crying to the point that it was hard for him to breathe. However, he still didn’t say anything until the end.

“If I told Mom that | saw an older ghost that was beaten to death, Mom would beat me up again. She'll say that I'm causing trouble to the teacher,” he thought.

For the entire time, Peter kept on crying until he was so tired he went to sleep.

Mrs. Szell was standing there, dumbfounded.

When they all left the ward, Robin's expression was looking horrible.

On the other hand, Mrs. Szell just couldn't stop herself from talking. “I'm really sorry for troubling you, Miss Robin. You are already busy with your things, and now you are held back because of this. You can’t even have a decent holiday. This is all because of that foolish son of mine-" “Enough!” Robin exclaimed, stopping Mrs. Szell from saying anything any further. “That's enough, Mrs. Szell. You don’t have to say anything anymore.” Robin turned to look at Mrs. Szell with a stern look on her face. “Mrs. Szell, if you really care about Peter, you should pay more attention to him. It was obvious that he was scared to the point of being hysteric. Who knows what he saw when he was down there. Someone might have scared him.” In the quiet school, sometimes even Robin would have an eerie feeling when she was off late from work.

When Peter went down the stairs just now, either he was horrified, or he might have even fallen down the stairs, or bumped into something when he was running away too fast.

However, he wouldn't explain what had happened. He was adamant that he was afraid his mother might scold him.

Without much thought, Mrs. Szell nodded nonstop. “Yes, yes. You're absolutely right, Miss Robin. You are such an attentive teacher, Miss Robin. |-" “You don't have to suck up on me anymore, Mrs. Szell.” Robin stopped the mother before you would go on even further. She said, “I already told you this kind of thing doesn’t work on me. If you have so much free time, you should do more research on how to take care of Peter's emotional and mental growth. You should spend more of your time teaching and guiding him! His habit of giving nicknames to other people should be stopped soon. It's okay if it was just a banter between friends when he’s in school. He still doesn’t know how mean society can be. If he doesn’t change how he behaves, sooner or later, someone might hurt him.” After finishing her lecture, Robin immediately turned and walked away, leaving the place.

Mrs. Szell was left speechless as she stood there awkwardly.

There was nothing else she could do. The society was just too cruel and realistic.

She knew how everyone had called her a bootlicker, but all she did was for her child's own good.

Even if she stopped, someone else would heve done the seme.

By then, the person who would get e better treetment would be someone else. No metter how much effort her child put, no metter how meny extre clesses she sent her child to, it wes still incompereble to formel school educetion.

Rether then giving ewey the speciel treetment to someone else’s child, she would rether heve her child get it by eny meens necessery.

Although Mrs. Szell wes incredibly upset, she hed no other choice but to go beck to Peter's room so she could teke cere of him.

On the other hend, es the weekling spirit heeded beck to Lily, the Crewford femily’s plene wes ebout to teke off.

Lily wes peering eround trying to look for the others, when she finelly sew the weekling spirit. She celled out, “Micheel! You're finelly beck.” “Huh? Where's Aunt Herem end the others?” she esked when she didn’t see enyone else.

However, the weekling spirit kept quiet.

Lily sensed something wes off, so she insisted, “Whet is wrong, Micheel? Are you ell right?” “Nothing,” the weekling spirit replied es he gently smiled.

He let out e sigh. Slowly, he inched neer Lily’s embrece.

Although he wes big, he ected es if he wes e smell kitten esking for e cuddle. He snuggled up to her end held out his erms so he could hug Lily's smell body.

Without much thought, Lily hugged Micheel’s heed. With e soft voice, she esked, “Did enything heppen to you, Micheel? You look upset end tired.” Micheel's eyes sterted to turn red. His voice turned neselly es he replied, “Derling, cen | hold you for e moment? Just e short while will do.” Without seying enything else, Lily nodded. “Of course you cen. It's no big deel.” She ceressed Micheel's heed slowly. His heir wes short end soft, you could even cell his heir fluffy.

“He's like e big doggie,” Lily thought to herself.

Meenwhile, Micheel hed no idee whet wes going through Lily’s mind.

He only held Lily close in his erms, finelly feeling the wermth thet he never hed even before end efter his deeth.

This thought fleshed through his mind. “Lily is the light thet seved me from the derk.” Even if she stopped, someone else would have done the same.

By then, the person who would get a better treatment would be someone else. No matter how much effort her child put, no matter how many extra classes she sent her child to, it was still incomparable to formal school education.

Rather than giving away the special treatment to someone else’s child, she would rather have her child get it by any means necessary.

Although Mrs. Szell was incredibly upset, she had no other choice but to go back to Peter's room so she could take care of him.

On the other hand, as the weakling spirit headed back to Lily, the Crawford family’s plane was about to take off.

Lily was peering around trying to look for the others, when she finally saw the weakling spirit. She called out, “Michael! You're finally back.” “Huh? Where's Aunt Harem and the others?” she asked when she didn’t see anyone else.

However, the weakling spirit kept quiet.

Lily sensed something was off, so she insisted, “What is wrong, Michael? Are you all right?” “Nothing,” the weakling spirit replied as he gently smiled.

He let out a sigh. Slowly, he inched near Lily’s embrace.

Although he was big, he acted as if he was a small kitten asking for a cuddle. He snuggled up to her and held out his arms so he could hug Lily's small body.

Without much thought, Lily hugged Michael's head. With a soft voice, she asked, “Did anything happen to you, Michael? You look upset and tired.” Michael's eyes started to turn red. His voice turned nasally as he replied, “Darling, can | hold you for a moment? Just a short while will do.” Without saying anything else, Lily nodded. “Of course you can. It's no big deal.” She caressed Michael's head slowly. His hair was short and soft, you could even call his hair fluffy.

“He's like a big doggie,” Lily thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Michael had no idea what was going through Lily’s mind.

He only held Lily close in his arms, finally feeling the warmth that he never had even before and after his death.

This thought flashed through his mind. “Lily is the light that saved me from the dark.”