Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

At midnight, it was easier to encounter ghosts, not to mention that Rebecca walked alone for more than two hours.

Lilly asked, “Didn't your husband come to find you?” Rebecca shook her head. “He didn’t even know | went home. | cried as | walked and felt hopeless. What's the point of me earning so much money?” Lilly was full of confusion. “Why didn’t you tell him?” Rebecca sighed. “| don’t want to say it. That's useless.” Lilly and Pablo were speechless again.

Anthony frowned. Although he would never get involved in other people's business, he could not bear it anymore.

He asked coldly, “Why didn’t you resist?” What was the point of making money if Rebecca still needed to swallow her anger? The meaning of working hard to make money was to let oneself not be aggrieved and to live happily. When someone wanted to control her, she could hit him back hard.

Pablo crossed his arms and shook his head. “She has to suffer if she doesn’t divorce.” Lilly vaguely understood Pablo’s words, then said to Rebecca, “You can divorce!” When Lilly mentioned divorce, Rebecca hesitated and answered, “Uh, my husband is still good. At least he didn’t go out to find another woman...” Her reply made people speechless. Pablo did not know what to say.

Lilly asked strangely, “Aunty Rebecca, isn’t this what he should do?” Two adults got married together. It was the right thing to abide by the agreement.

Lilly remembered she watched a couple’s wedding ceremony on TV shows. The man solemnly swore to love the woman and be faithful to her. No matter if she was poor, sick, or disabled until she died.

How could something he should do become an advantage? Lilly felt that she was still too young. She could not understand the adults even if she tried her best.

Lilly shook her head and said solemnly, “Aunty Rebecca, I'll help you drive away bad luck! | hope you'll be brave in the future.

Say no to things you don't like!” Rebecca froze. Looking at Lilly, who was only a few years old, she suddenly felt she was not even as good as a child.

Sometimes she also wanted to resist. But in the adult world, she could not do many reckless acts. She was also afraid that the quarrel would have a bad effect on her children and affect her mood. Moreover, she did not want others to laugh at her.

Once, she had a big fight with Harry. As a result, she could not write a single word for three days. So it was useless to argue. It was better not to say it out loud.

Rebecca babbled and continued to complain, but her eyes gradually became dull. She became like a mindless robot repeating her complaints mechanically.

Pablo withdrew his hand and said, “Okay, take that spirit away now!” He was irritated listening to Rebecca.

“Come on, Tulip! Read with me!” He flickered his eyes slightly, and a trace of seriousness appeared. “Evil spirit! Show your original shape!” Lilly imitated his spell loudly. “Evil spirit! Show your original shape!” Before Anthony could react, he suddenly saw a shadow on Rebecca's shoulder.

Anthony was shocked. When he looked carefully, there seemed to be nothing, as if it was his illusion.

Lilly's gaze shifted from Rebecca to the weakling spirit on her shoulder. Following Pablo's words, she asked solemnly, “What's your name? When and where were you born?” The weakling spirit frowned while hesitating, then said, “My name is Michael Owen, from Bashium...” Lilly suddenly raised the jar of souls and asked loudly, “Michael, do you dare to answer me when | call you?” Pablo, Anthony, and Michael were speechless.

Pablo covered his face and asked helplessly, “Tulip, where did you learn this?” Lilly blinked. “From TV!” The characters always spoke that in cartoons.

She asked in doubt, “Is there any problem?” Pablo's mouth twitched. “No problem.” But which ghost would obediently listen to her? As Pablo expected, Michael was still lying on Rebecca's shoulder and looking at Lilly complicatedly.

“Don't treat me like a kid.” Lilly innocently put down the jar of souls and said, “Okay, I'm sorry!” Michael's words suddenly choked in his throat.

Lilly asked again, “How did you die?” Lilly blinked earnestly. She did not treat him as a ghost and not look down on him in any way. Michael was silent for a while.

“Someone hit me to death.” Just as Pablo thought Michael would not say anything, he did not expect Michael to start the story.

“When | was fourteen, | moved with my parents and transferred to a junior high school...” That junior high school was not good, and it was very messy.

Michael was always silent. He did not like to talk or play with his classmates.

Over time, the male classmates felt he was out of the group and began to bully him.

“At first, they teased or shoved me while walking the hallway. They threw my textbooks out the window and put dead frogs, bugs, and snakes in my desk drawer. They wanted to see if | would scream like a girl. Afterward, they started to hit me.” Lilly asked, “Why didn’t you tell the teacher?” Michael laughed bitterly. “The teacher said they must have reason to bully me, or they wouldn't only bully me instead of bullying others.” Lilly was stunned. It turned out that there were also bad teachers, just like Ms. Watson. Not all teachers were good.

“But you can tell your parents!” Lilly was anxious. His classmates bullied him many times. She wondered why Michael did not tell his parents.

Michael did not say anything and only shook his head.

Pablo opened the booklet and asked, “So, how did you die?” Michael answered, “Once, they pushed and shoved me in the school toilet. | somehow pushed a classmate aside. He didn’t expect me to resist, so he fell to the ground.” There was an uproar. The male classmate who fell to the ground felt he had lost his face. So he blocked Michael on the way from school and asked about eight people to hit and kick Michael.

“After hitting me, they laughed and left. | felt pain all over my body and walked home. Along the way, | felt more and more pain.” When Michael got home and saw his mother cooking, he returned to the room without saying anything.

“My mother asked me to eat at night, and found that something was wrong with me, and asked about my condition.” Lilly asked, “What did you say?” Michael responded, “I don’t want to tell her my classmates hit me, so | said nothing.” Until midnight, he finally could not hold it anymore. He was in a cold sweat, and his consciousness began to slacken.

“I could feel that | was about to die. | panicked and called my mother. But my parents were arguing. | was behind the door shouting with all my might through the crack, but no one heard me.” So Michael died in pain. He died of a massive liver hemorrhage and internal injuries.

Upon saying that, Michael showed remorse and hatred in his eyes. “I regret it. | regret that | didn’t tell my mother earlier. Why didn’t I say it when she asked me? | can still be alive! | don’t want to die...” When Michael said that, he burst into tears!