Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Sons Are Better Than Daughters

As soon as Miss Clay got home, she received a call from the cemetery.

She felt skeptical about it.

How could the price drop to 370,000 dollars in less than an hour?

Something must have happened!

The person who called her said enthusiastically, "I've been begging the manager all morning! You should hurry here and buy it quickly or else it'll be sold out. You shouldn't miss out on such a great deal! I'll reserve it for you!"

Miss Clay was silent.

She said cautiously, "I'll go over and think about it,"

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

When her younger brother heard it, he was anxious, "Why would you wanna think about it, Claire? Just buy it, it'll be sold out later!" You'll save 200,000 dollars and you don't need to borrow money anymore. You can even buy me a car with the remaining cash!" Miss Clay stood up and said in exhaustion, "I'll go by myself, you don't have to go,"

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But her brother stood up immediately, "No way, we're buying a burial plot for Dad... I'm his son, how can I not go with you?" Miss Clay did not want to talk to him, so she left.

They saw their parents return from a walk as they went downstairs. Their father asked, "Why are you. going out again?" Miss Clay was silent, and her brother replied, "Everything's fine, don't worry about us,"

Their mother looked at Miss Clay, "What's wrong, Claire?"

Claire replied, "It's nothing, Mom. We'll get the groceries on the back. You should head back first!" They left after they were done talking.

A few old men and women were strolling nearby and said, "Your kids are filial, where are they going?" Claire's father shook his head and smiled, "I think they're off to Greenhill Cemetery to buy a burial plot

for me,"

Everyone in the community knew that he had cancer and comforted him, "Don't think about it too much, your children were so busy when you were hospitalized. They even paid for the medical bills. You have such a filial son, he must've been looking for a good place for you,"

The group of old men and old ladies were calm when they talked about death. So, they joked about it.

"Greenhill Cemetery is a great place. Many wealthy people rest at that place. You're really lucky to have

such a son..."

"Your son is so capable!"

Claire's father enjoyed the envy and admiration of others, and he was in a good mood.

Of course, he would not say that his daughter paid for his medical bills, and she was the one who took care of him in the hospital.

Claire's mother endured it and kept quiet and dragged him

away.

When they got home, the old lady could not help complaining, "Claire did so much for you and you never talked about her. Why do you always talk about your son?"

The old man was unhappy, "Isn't Ken a good son as well?"

To him, everything Claire did for him was what she was supposed to do as a daughter. However, he still thought that he had a great son although he only visited him occasionally.

He did not know that his son would not visit him if not many people knew that he had cancer!

Not only did his son visit him at the hospital, but he even showed him around. None of his friends could. match him.

The old lady frowned, "I'm not saying that Ken is a bad son. It's just that Clair was the one who took care of you. She even stayed up to help you and delivered your meals when she was working," Clair was afraid that her mother would be too tired to take care of her father, so insisted on going to the hospital at night instead.

Her mother suggested that the siblings take turns watching over their father at night. However, Ken said that he would be too tired to work the next morning if he had to do so.

What he meant was to make his mother go instead of him since he assumed taking care of his father at night meant spending the night at the hospital.

The old man also thought it was the same thing.

Eventually, Claire could not bear her mother to watch over him at night. So, she took care of her father instead.

"Don't you think Claire would be sad if she heard what you said earlier?"

She would have exposed his lies earlier if it was not for his cancer. However, she was afraid that his condition would worsen if she did so.

The old man disagreed, "Isn't this what a daughter should do? Don't talk about this nonsense when you see them in the neighborhood. What would happen if they knew Ken came from a poor family? Would they let him marry their daughter?"

The old lady was disappointed and remained silent.

She thought that her son was not married yet. If they knew Ken was lazy, incompetent, and refused to take care of his terminally ill father, they would not dare to marry him... That would only cause her daughter to shoulder more burden.

However, she could not help nagging, "Did you know how exhausted Claire was? You didn't even wanna hire a maid to take care of you,"

The old man replied, "Why should I hire a maid? Do you want others to think that we don't have a daughter?"

The old lady kept quiet.

She was speechless.

She muttered angrily. "You fool!"

No one could see that there was a ghost coiled around the old man's head.

He chuckled and mocked her, "That's right, I'm a fool!"

He loved his family of fools.

His son was a fool for not being grateful to his parents, lazy, and had too many demands.

Both of them were fools as they thought their daughter was capable to live a good life. So, they assumed it was right for her to help her brother.

Claire was the most foolish among them. She knew that her family were parasites and thought that her parents were always right. They convinced her that Ken was ignorant and had no choice but to depend on her. She went nuts taking care of her family.

She was foolish, but Claire's father liked it that way. After the old man died, the ghost would cling to Claire.

The ghost sighed comfortably and hummed a tune..

Meanwhile, the Crawford family had already moved their graves to an ordinary cemetery.

The sales manager of the ordinary cemetery was dumbfounded.

A few days ago, the sales manager of Greenhill Cemetery bragged about how well his performance was, the commission he earned, and the new car he bought with it.

He even bragged about the Crawford family's grave bringing him business. As long as they did not move their grave, he would not need to worry about business anymore. Eventually, the Crawford family came here today.

The sales manager of the ordinary cemetery, Mr. Zeke was terrified and invited a priest over.

He made early preparations.

Everything happened too quickly and the tombstone needed to be customized. So, the tombstone was not ready yet.

Mr. Zeke wiped off his sweat and said, "Mr. Anthony, the tombstone... Isn't ready yet..."

Anthony said, "That's fine, just get it done by 4 p.m.."

Mr. Zeke nodded repeatedly, "Of course, sir,"

Lilly suddenly said, "Wait a minute,"

She looked at the ancestor who followed her.

Those priests were not professional and she was holding her ancestor's hand on their way there.

Lilly asked what kind of tombstone her ancestor wanted along the way.

Her ancestor said he wanted the tombstone to be shaped like a cloud.

As for the other ancestors... the ancestor stated ten different designs at once since he would be looking at them after that...

Lilly counted, "The ancestor said he wants a cloud-shaped grave because he was tired of looking at rectangles. He also said that great-great-great grandpa wanted a flower tomb, as for his wife, she wanted a phoenix and great-great grandpa wanted a dragon..."