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.”

Three years ago, Lawrence had taken in the young Miss from the Crawford family as his closed-door disciple, causing quite

Lawrence had to leave to seek treatment, and he didn’t bring Lilly with him,

approached Anthony, claiming to take Lilly under her

Anthony had rejected her

resentful about it

she put on a gentle expression and said, “So, you’re Lilly. I haven’t had a chance to

words didn’t seem to have any obvious flaws. Surely,

first disciple, a talented one indeed.

some reason, Lilly inexplicably thought

little girl awkwardly said,

being called “Auntie” didn’t sound

called her

and simply

Dr. Gilbert, right? I’ll be relying on you for Mr.

being gentle and a little mischievous, looking at Gilbert with soft

a trouble at

let’s go inside for now. My older brother

Lawrence nodded.

hearing this, a barely noticeable gleam of

Anthony was coming too!

She had guessed right!

need to replace the wheelchair, so she impulsively decided to

It was all destiny!

internationally renowned artist but also a talented woman admired by everyone in the industry. She was beautiful herself, and her family background

had joked that no one was worthy of her, except for Mr. Anthony of