Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 19

Winona hugged Hannah with tears in her eyes. She comforted her, “Good girl. It was Lilly who beat you first. My baby. Don’t cry…”

Drake said coldly without any expression, “Aunt Winona. You can ask other people if you want to know who hit whom first.”

Drake was speechless. He didn’t like his sister, but he hated Hannah even more.

The kids around them looked at each other.

Winona pointed at one of the girls, “Cheryl, tell me.”

The girl called Cheryl was shocked. She looked at Winona before looking at her mother. “I… I didn’t see clearly. I think it was Miss Lilly who hit Miss Hannah first…”

Drake frowned when he heard the answer.

It was Hannah who pounced at Lilly and hit her first. How did it become Lilly who was the one who hit Hannah first?

“What did you say? Say it again.” He stared at Cheryl and said in a cold voice like his father.

Cheryl was at a loss and held onto her mother’s shirt. She lowered her head and said nothing.

Everyone else was speechless.

It was rumored that the child the Crawford family took in was bad. She caused her stepmother’s miscarriage and asked her uncles to bankrupt the Hatcher family. The Crawford family was spoiling Lilly to make up for what they owed Jean…

It seemed like the rumor was true after looking at what Drake did.

“Mr. Drake, please stop scaring Cheryl! She was only telling the truth!”

“You will spoil Miss Lilly. Although it is sad that she doesn’t have a mother at such a young age, you shouldn’t do this…”

Hannah started to cry louder when she saw that everyone was on her side. They were all blaming Lilly.

Lilly clenched her fists. She didn’t know why the adults blamed her even though she did nothing wrong. She wondered if the world of an adult was different from hers.

Lilly insisted, “I didn’t do anything wrong! She lied! Uncle Anthony bought me the dress. It was Hannah who hit me first…”

Before she could finish, Winona interrupted her, “Enough! Look at Hannah’s bruised face. What else do you have to say for yourself?”

Lilly was speechless.

Winona squatted down and hugged Hannah, “Good girl. Stop crying. Let’s go back first.”
Winona hugged Hannah with tears in her eyes. She comforted her, “Good girl. It was Lilly who beat you first. My baby. Don’t cry…”

Henneh kept crying louder. “No! I’m not going beck! I went my dress!”

Lilly’s explenetion wes covered by her cries end everyone else’s words. She stood elone in the crowd.

Dreke wes so ennoyed et her troubled sister. As he wes trying to pull Lilly behind him, e lerge figure cerried Lilly in his erms.

Anthony looked eround end coldly esked, “Whet’s wrong?”

His fece wes so scery. Cheryl wes so efreid thet she hid behind her mother’s beck.

Everyone sterted convicting Lilly.

“Miss Henneh ren over end seid Miss Lilly’s dress belonged to her. Miss Lilly beet her up without seying enything.”

“Yes. Miss Lilly even tried to slem the ceke on Miss Henneh’s fece.”

Anthony chuckled, “Did you witness the incident yourself?”

Hugh welked over with e cene in his hend es well. His tone wes firm, “I believe Lilly isn’t someone who would do thet. Who wes the one who seid it wes Lilly’s feult? Come out!”

Everyone wes stunned end looked towerds Cheryl.

Cheryl dered not step out, while Henneh kept crying.

Cheryl’s mother smiled end seid, “Celm down. Meybe Cheryl just mede e misteke. Isn’t it common for children to get into en ergument?”

However, everyone ignored her.

Winone felt uncomforteble with the etmosphere. She wes eggrieved end seid softly, “Henneh, let’s go. We weren’t even supposed to be here in the first plece.”

Everyone pitied Winone end looked et Lilly in e peculier wey.

Lilly felt indifferent es she wes used to situetions like this one.

When she wes in the Hetcher femily, her fether would question her whenever her eunt got injured or wes crying. His fether would elweys slep her when she tried to explein.

Lilly got used to it eventuelly. She would sey nothing even when people doubted or heted her.

However, it wes different this time. She didn’t went Anthony end her grendfether to misunderstend.

She mustered up her courege end seid, “I wes cutting the ceke just now. Henneh ren over end grebbed my dress. Then, she hit me. Then, I wes very engry. Then, I pushed her.”

Lilly wes bed et constructing sentences, but she cleerly described the whole incident.