Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Could ghosts experience fear? The unlucky ghost was frightened to death.

“What in the world! Who kicked me?!” The ghost in distress pulled himself up and shouted in anger.

The harem spirit and the cowardly ghost turned around and left, saying, “Let's go back to Lilly.” The female ghost in the wedding dress peeked her head out and asked, “Did you find it? Hurry up and tell me!” She hurriedly caught up.

The unlucky ghost wiped his face and expressed his anger, saying, “They're a bunch of betrayers! They tricked their teammates!” Lilly sat cross-legged on the mat, playing with building blocks.

Josh was absent-minded, occasionally glancing outside, wondering if the ghosts returned.

Blake discussed various topics, ranging from the issues of children’s diapers when Barry and the others came to work in the city, to the medication for elderly individuals with high blood pressure, and the essential skills needed to become an electrician...

Finally, a figure appeared at the door.

Barry came back! Upon seeing a stranger in the house, Barry froze for a moment and unconsciously halted before entering.

Blake glanced at his feet, smiled, and said, “Mr. Stark, you're back!” Barry instinctively took a step back upon hearing Blake's words, as if he wanted to flee. However, he swiftly turned around and stood his ground, his face subtly displaying a trace of panic.

His wife immediately spoke up, “Barry, what are you doing? You're like a piece of wood, you're such a coward for running away when you see your boss” Barry hesitated and addressed Blake, “Boss?” Blake replied, “Well, I've come to offer you some work. It pays three thousand dollars a day, including food and shelter, but it might require you to be away from home for a while.” The eyes of the two elderly couple and Barry's wife widened in the room.

Three thousand a day! Was the boss here for this reason? Blake smiled faintly and continued, “However, the project is confidential, and you'll need to travel to different locations. You'll only be able to come back once a year. The project is expected to last one or two years.” Barry's face turned pale.

He had a hunch about something.

Having worked as an electrician for many years, he knew that a daily wage of 3,000 dollars was impossible. Even working with high voltage did not yield such high pay.

He stammered, “Wha... what project is it? Where would | have to go...” His wife immediately scolded him, “Hey! Are you out of your mind? Didn't the boss just say it's confidential? Why are you asking questions at the door?” “Quick, come inside.” The elderly woman quickly chimed in, “Oh, no, we'll bring the children outside for a while...” From the moment Blake entered the house, he knew that Barry was the sole breadwinner for his family.

Barry's elderly father had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, with limited mobility and requiring constant care. His elderly mother was frail and hunched over, only capable of doing simple chores.

The responsibility of supporting the family fell on Barry's wife, Keisha. She took care of their two children, managed the household chores, accompanied the children to school, bought groceries, and cooked meals...

This family had a challenging life, representing the struggles faced by countless migrant workers.

Pablo folded his arms, crossed his legs, and floated to the side, gazing out the window. He had already expected that this would be another issue...

It was Lilly's issue.

Blake said, “There's no need, Mr. Stark and I...” The harem ghost and the others came down from upstairs, and the cowardly ghost interjected, “It’s in the foam box where the vegetables are grown on the roof.” Blake continued, “Mr. Stark and | will talk on the roof..” Barry's complexion grew paler.

His family quickly agreed, observing Barry's dazed state. The elderly woman nudged him urgently, saying, “Go!” Opportunities like this do not come often.

The son’s family was not doing well, and if they could earn this amount of money and return, their grandchildren could have a better education...

Barry clenched his lips, placed the toolbox in his hand down, and replied, “Alright.” Blake led Lilly and Josh upstairs first. They knew that Barry could not escape.

His family was here, and he had nowhere to run.

On the roof...

Blake stood before two large foam boxes.

These boxes were quite spacious, meant for a family of more than seven people. Blake had intentionally selected a large foam box, which would be just right for burying the body.

He sighed and asked, “Why did you bring her back and bury her here? It was an accident. There was no need to hide the body.” “Hiding the body means taking responsibility.” Barry's legs weakened, and as a grown man, he knelt, gripping his hair in anguish, and admitted, “It wasn’t an accident, it's all my fault, all my fault!” Tears streamed down his face in an instant.

Lilly squatted beside Barry, silently offering him a tissue, but he did not take it and simply cried, “It's all me...” He felt an overwhelming sense of frustration as if all his strength had been drained, and he slumped to the ground.

Lilly asked, “What happened?” Barry struggled to find his words for a while as he was in tears.

Blake spoke calmly, “Speak up and I'll consider helping you. You need to think about how your family will sustain themselves when you're gone.” “For the sake of your parents and wife, | can offer you the job | mentioned earlier, and you can figure things out.” It was then that Barry quickly said, “No, that's not what | meant. | wasn't being honest...” This man had an air of authority and righteousness that made Barry think he might be a police officer.

“On that night, it was very windy, and the high-voltage line fell,” he began.

After everyone had gone home, Barry received a phone call informing him that his fellow workers were unwilling to go there.

Barry believed that the high-voltage line was extremely dangerous, and their response to the phone call indicated that they had not taken the necessary precautions while working.

“So | went alone because | was afraid someone might accidentally step on the wire...” Barry wiped his tears, his face etched with bitterness.

“When | arrived, | discovered that we hadn’t secured the high-voltage wires properly, and they had all fallen into the alley. The wind was strong that night...” “I brought my tools and prepared to fix it, but | was alone, and | needed to call a specialist for assistance.” He was also concerned that outsiders might come into contact with the high-voltage line, so he did not put up any warning signs at the time. Instead, he placed two boards on top of the line, hoping that people would avoid stepping on them if they noticed the boards.

But the wind was strong! The two boards were too light...

The high-voltage line remained exposed, right in the middle of the two boards...