Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Blake had just been leaning on the side of Bettany’s rocking chair, when he stood up instinctively.
They hadn’t noticed Lilly’s things coming out, thinking that she had taken them out from her bag...
He lowered his voice at once. “Lilly, take the stone out!”
Lilly did not really understand, but obediently took out the stone as she looked at Blake. “Daddy, what’s going on...”
Was the Palace of The Ruler of Hell not good?
Before Blake could speak, Anthony lowered his voice and said, “Don’t let other people see that your Palace of The Ruler of Hell
can hold things, alright?”
Lilly nodded. “I understand that, but Daddy, Uncle Anthony and everyone else aren’t outsiders.”
That was why she didn’t hide it.
She didn’t expose anything when she was outside just now, this was still something she understood!
The rocks in Edward’s hands fell with a clatter.
The palm-sized rocks had been broken off the giant rock by Lilly.
He had not expected that space would actually exist.
Edward could not get over this shocking fact. He stared at the rocks, and then at Lilly’s Palace of The Ruler of Hell pendant. He
felt as if he was living in a novel.
Just then, Jack came in. “Sir, there’s someone claiming to be Blake’s niece saying that she’d like to see Old Mrs. Crawford.”
Blake’s gaze grew cold.
Anthony did not even hesitate. “No.”
Lilly raised her head all of a sudden, glancing at the front door.
“No, Uncle Anthony, we’ve got to see her.”
Blake lifted Lilly into his arms. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll let Uncle Anthony handle this.”

Lilly: Huh? Wait...
She wanted to see herself!
She could sense a familiar aura!
Pablo squinted slightly, lowering his voice. “It’s the aura of that traitor. The nerve to show up here in person.”
He could not figure out what this person was here for, and said, “Lilly, listen to your Dad. Go upstairs for now.”
It was unclear what the situation was like right now. The best thing to do was to hide and observe for the time being.
“It’s easier to dodge an arrow you can see compared to a hidden one. Got it?” Pablo wanted to impart some deep wisdom on
being wary of what traitors could be capable of doing.
Lilly nodded. “I’ve got it, Master. So we’re going to hide, and shoot the traitor with arrows!”
Pable: ......
That, that wasn’t wrong...
Outside the door, Yena and her mother held back their overwhelming emotions as they walked in together. Blake had just been
leaning on the side of Bettany’s rocking chair, when he stood up instinctively.
It was hard to not be overwhelmed.
First of all, it was near impossible for anyone else to step foot into the Crawford household.
Second of all, the Crawford household was huge, almost like a palace... It definitely made one nervous being there.
Yena’s mother snuck a glance around her. The Crawford territory really was huge.
Forget the garden in the front and back of the house. They even had their own little forest, with waterfalls and statues...
Yet everything was done modestly, with hints of luxury here and there. She could not describe what kind of aesthetic it was.
It was just that there was this giant rock on the wide grassy plain in front of the main building, with a jacket covering one of the
rock’s edges... it looked a little out of place.

Yena’s mother cast another curious glance at it.
Yena skipped along the pebbled path joyously. “So this is cousin Lilly’s house. It’s huge!”
It was even bigger than her father’s house.
Yvena stared ahead of her with lit up eyes, at the fairytale-like castle of a household before her.
Luxuriously furnished, a field even bigger than the football field in her school...
Being able to live here would yield the envy of countless people.
Now that she had seen the Crawford household, Yena thought that her father’s house could hardly even compare!
Compared to the Crawford household, it was practically a little shoplot built on the side of a road out of town.
If she could live here, she was going to invite all her classmates— no, the whole school, when it was her birthday!
No, on top of that, she was going to bring her classmates home to play every weekend!
How she wanted to live here...
With that thought in her head, Yena felt a strong sense of familiarity at the sight of Bettany. She felt as if Bettany really was her
grandmother.
“Hello, Old Mrs. Crawford! I’m the lover of Shane Hatcher of the Alfornada Hatchers, my name’s Mabel McNeil...”
“This is my daughter, Yena Hatcher. Say hi to Grandma, Yena.”
Yena said sweetly at once, “Hello, Grandma Crawford!”
She raised the box high in her hands, her tone soft and adorable. “For you, Grandma Crawford! Mom and I picked this out for
you, we took so long to choose!”
Mabel smiled. “It’s just a little token. I hope you like it.”
Bettany’s expression was stony.
It wos hord to not be overwhelmed.

First of oll, it wos neor impossible for onyone else to step foot into the Crowford household.
Second of oll, the Crowford household wos huge, olmost like o poloce... It definitely mode one nervous being there.
Yeno’s mother snuck o glonce oround her. The Crowford territory reolly wos huge.
Forget the gorden in the front ond bock of the house. They even hod their own little forest, with woterfolls ond stotues...
Yet everything wos done modestly, with hints of luxury here ond there. She could not describe whot kind of oesthetic it wos.
It wos just thot there wos this giont rock on the wide grossy ploin in front of the moin building, with o jocket covering one of the
rock’s edges... it looked o little out of ploce.
Yeno’s mother cost onother curious glonce ot it.
Yeno skipped olong the pebbled poth joyously. “So this is cousin Lilly’s house. It’s huge!”
It wos even bigger thon her fother’s house.
Yveno stored oheod of her with lit up eyes, ot the foirytole-like costle of o household before her.
Luxuriously furnished, o field even bigger thon the footboll field in her school...
Being oble to live here would yield the envy of countless people.
Now thot she hod seen the Crowford household, Yeno thought thot her fother’s house could hordly even compore!
Compored to the Crowford household, it wos procticolly o little shoplot built on the side of o rood out of town.
If she could live here, she wos going to invite oll her clossmotes— no, the whole school, when it wos her birthdoy!
No, on top of thot, she wos going to bring her clossmotes home to ploy every weekend!
How she wonted to live here...
With thot thought in her heod, Yeno felt o strong sense of fomiliority ot the sight of Bettony. She felt os if Bettony reolly wos her
grondmother.
“Hello, Old Mrs. Crowford! I’m the lover of Shone Hotcher of the Alfornodo Hotchers, my nome’s Mobel McNeil...”

“This is my doughter, Yeno Hotcher. Soy hi to Grondmo, Yeno.”
Yeno soid sweetly ot once, “Hello, Grondmo Crowford!”
She roised the box high in her honds, her tone soft ond odoroble. “For you, Grondmo Crowford! Mom ond I picked this out for
you, we took so long to choose!”
Mobel smiled. “It’s just o little token. I hope you like it.”
Bettony’s expression wos stony.
Hatcher?
She hated the Hatchers. She’d hated the surname ever since she found out that the South City Hatchers had tortured Lilly and
made her almost freeze to death in the middle of winter. But of course, that was just her personal views.
Despite the fact that Mabel’s surname wasn’t Hatcher, both mother and daughter were unlikeable.
“What are you here for?” Bettany said coldly.
If it wasn’t for her little darling, she would hardly even bother with these two. She’d rather be feeding General.
Mabel’s smile was gentle. “I’m Blake’s sister. Has he mentioned me to you before?”
Bettany got straight to the point. “No, he said he was an orphan. After his granddad and his parents died he had wanted to seek
shelter from his relatives, but didn’t have a single one.”
Mabel flushed awkwardly.
She forced out a smile, sighing. “Ah, Blake’s still angry... my parents really went too far then. I told them that I wanted Blake to
come and live with us, but they just wouldn’t listen. My grandparents forbade my parents from bringing it up as well. Sigh... that’s
why Blake suffered so much!
Bettany’s gaze flashed, and she smirked.
She said, in a tone full of false emotion, “Is that so? During the eightieth birthday party you guys found out about my son-in-law’s
identity and tried giving my granddaughter a kiss, but ended up getting beaten up by my son-in-law. Oh, weren’t you there?”

Mabel’s face flushed even harder. Bettany’s tone was razor-sharp, every word hitting where it hurt.
She said, “Uhh, I think I wasn’t in Alfornada because I had work to do, and had to miss my grandma’s eightieth birthday dinner.
I’d have given her a stern talking to otherwise.”
Bettany nodded. “Yes, a talking to was necessary. I heard your parents and grandma were chased back to their old house by my
son-in-law, weren’t they? You’re such a good filial child, aren’t you? Why aren’t you with them?”
Mabel could hardly raise her head. “I... Yvena needs to study, and there are two kids at home. I couldn’t leave...”
Realization dawned upon Bettany. “Oh, that’s how badly the Hatchers are doing now? Can’t even afford a private tutor or
babysitter, to the point where you have to babysit.”
“I was wondering why Shane abandoned his old lover for a new one... so that’s why.”
“You could have just been a babysitter as a proper job, but you just had to bear his child too. Poor you.”
Yena’s mother: ...