Spoiled (Lily)

Chapter 1514 It's Just a Dream

Lilly gazed blankly at the Hatcher Mansion. Her small face betrayed no emotion, and a dull ache pulsed

through her head. The events felt like a distant dream, shrouded in the haze of her memory.

She pondered, Where are those eight uncles who showered me with affection? Was it just a fantasy

from before I died? Yet, upon waking from my dream, I find myself still in the same old place.

Such thoughts lingered in her mind, causing her memories of her uncles, Grandpa, Grandma, Lisa,

Mom, Dad, the weakling spirit, and the Harem spirit to fade gradually. The line between reality and

illusion blurred to the point where Lilly questioned if it had all been a dream.

She struggled to crawl and retrieve the phone from the snow. In her dream, she had a Master who, as

she faced death, shared Gilbert's phone number, urging him to come to her rescue.

As she dialed 159… her frustration grew. In her dream, she vividly remembered each family member's

phone number, yet now, the sequence escaped her memory.

This marked a turning point for Lilly. For the first time, she resisted. Her mind plunged into chaos,

consciousness wrestling against the turmoil within.

She remembered—Gilbert's phone number. Overjoyed, she immediately dialed the familiar digits. The

phone rang twice before being quickly answered.

"Hello, is this Uncle Gilbert? It's me, Lilly!" Her voice choked with emotion as she finished speaking.

To her surprise, the person on the other end responded with, "Who is Lilly?"

Gripping the phone tightly, Lilly hurriedly added, "My mother is Jean Crawford. Are you Gilbert

Crawford?"

The voice was so familiar, so warm—it matched the one from her dream. But disappointment washed NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

over her again. Although the voice on the other end remained gentle, it shattered her hopes, saying,

"Kid, you must have dialed the wrong number. I'm not Gilbert Crawford, and I don't know any Jean

Crawford."

A chill enveloped Lilly's heart. She pondered, Isn't that Uncle Gilbert?

The person on the other end hung up abruptly, leaving her in a panicked state.

Relying on her memory, she promptly dialed Anthony's number. She thought, Uncle Gilbert seems to

draw a blank, but Uncle Anthony, he surely won't forget me, right?

"Uncle Anthony, it's me, Lilly... I'm Jean Crawford's daughter. You're my uncle, right?"

The voice on the other end, though still recognizable, exuded an icy and authoritative air. In a brisk

tone, he responded, "Huh? You've probably got the wrong number, kid."

Lilly could almost picture Anthony furrowing his brow on the other end. Yet, to her dismay, he didn't

recall her either. He ended the call decisively, treating it as a mere hiccup in his demanding workday.

Her heart turned cold as she mustered the courage to dial Bettany's number. The phone took its time

connecting, and finally, Bettany's kind and warm voice came through. "Hello..."

Gripping the phone tightly, Lilly burst into tears, pouring out. "Grandma! Grandma, it's me, Lilly!

Grandma, I miss you so much. I'm so cold and hungry..."

A pause on the other end hinted at the strangeness of a sudden, tearful call from a child.

"Kid, don't cry. Did you get lost? I'll help you call the police, okay?"

Lilly's heart sank even more as Bettany failed to recognize her. The grandmother who eagerly awaited

her return no longer remembered her.

"Grandma," Lilly sobbed, her voice trembling, "I'm Lilly, my mother is Jean Crawford..."

The person on the other end tried to reassure her, "Okay, okay, Jean Crawford, right? I will help you

call the police. Where are you? Are there any adults around? Tell me about any special buildings

nearby..."

Lilly's lips trembled, her throat blocked by cotton, rendering her voice silent.

Suddenly, Stephen stormed out and kicked Lilly. "I was looking for my phone and realized it was

missing. Did you steal it?" he accused angrily.

Fuming, he admonished her, "You're picking up some terrible habits at such a young age. Not only did

you kill your brother, but you also stole my phone!"

Lilly tumbled into the snow, her face buried in its icy surface, trembling from the cold.

She was kicked again and landed face-first in the snow pit. The coldness made her shiver

uncontrollably. After reprimanding her, he retrieved the phone and returned indoors. The sound of him

making a call echoed from the study.

"Hello, Hendrick, it's me, Stephen. I wanted to check if you know anyone from the Crawford family in

Clodston," he inquired.

Then, he dialed another number, saying, "Happy New Year, Oliver! Do you happen to know anyone

from the Crawford family in Clodston? We're facing some issues at the company..."

Lilly lay in the snow pit, too weak to stand.

In her dream, she had eight loving uncles. Gilbert and her third uncle were gentle and refined. Liam

was a man of few words, icy cold, a domineering President.

Max, a scientist, had developed a virtual assistant named Stacy. Cloud, though impressive, sacrificed

himself, crossing mountains and seas to return home. She and the Crawford Ancestor even took him

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Gilbert, a doctor, was the first to find her and hold her in his arms. He even took off his coat to wrap her

up. Lilly remembered the warmth, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Uncle Anthony... Uncle Gilbert... Grandpa, Grandma…"

Stiff and unable to curl up, Lilly said, "I miss you so much, Mom and Dad. I really miss you all."

She added, "Master... Why haven't you come to find me yet? I can't hold on much longer. I might not be

able to wait for you anymore..."

She slowly closed her eyes.