Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

As Lilly soared through the air, carrying Lawrence with her, his heart swelled with exhilaration. It felt like riding a roller coaster in his younger days—a thrilling and exciting sensation.

When the wheelchair finally came to a stop, Lawrence’s heart continued to pound, but he felt considerably better overall.

“Thank you, young lady!” Lawrence happily patted Lilly’s hand.

Just then, David caught up, panting with his hands on his knees. “How did you both run so fast…”

Lilly pointed to the remote control in her hand. “Just press this button, and it’s good to go.”

David hesitated. “Uh…”

It turned out the wheelchair had malfunctioned and needed to be replaced. David immediately contacted someone to bring a new wheelchair.

Frowning and pouting, Lawrence said, “No need to change it; I think it’s just fine.”

David disagreed, still shaken by the previous experience. What if something happened with a wheelchair that fasts in the future?

Lilly opened her mouth as if to say something but ended up lightly touching her nose instead.

Gilbert noticed her guilty expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Before long, a new wheelchair arrived, accompanied by a woman in her mid-twenties.

“Mr. Lambert!” she exclaimed upon seeing Lawrence and hurriedly approached him.

It was Lawrence’s talented protégé, Violet—a renowned Impressionist painter who had already gained international acclaim at such a young age.

Lawrence hadn’t seen her in a while and was pleased to see her. “Violet, come here. This is your junior, Lilly.”

Lilly. Three years ago, Lawrence had taken in the young Miss

to seek treatment, and he didn’t bring Lilly with him, so not many people in their

to take Lilly under her wing

Anthony had

resentful

and said, “So, you’re Lilly. I haven’t had a

seem to have any

my first disciple, a talented one indeed.

Lilly inexplicably thought

polite, the little girl

smile froze for a moment; being called “Auntie” didn’t sound good at

called her

Lilly seemed shy, Violet smiled, didn’t say anything, and simply asked, “Mr. Lambert, you won’t

is Dr. Gilbert, right? I’ll be relying

little mischievous, looking

not a trouble at all, it’s

he said, “Mr. Lambert, let’s go inside for now. My older brother will probably be

Lawrence nodded.

noticeable gleam of excitement appeared

Anthony was coming too!

She had guessed right!

overheard David mentioning the need to replace the wheelchair,

It was all destiny!

artist but also a talented woman admired by everyone in the industry. She

was worthy of her, except for Mr. Anthony