Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Violet felt increasingly awkward and quickly came up with an excuse, “I had to keep an eye on the art exhibition in the morning, so I couldn’t free myself…”

Most people would have understood upon hearing this and given her some face.

However, Lilly broke the silence and pressed on, “That doesn’t make sense. Didn’t you just say that nothing was more important than Master Lambert?”

Violet fell silent, unable to utter a word. She felt choked, cursing this troublesome child in her mind. If it weren’t for Anthony’s sake…

But Lilly continued to probe, “Auntie Violet, which statement of yours is true?”

Violet’s throat immediately felt constricted, and a sharp pain surged in her chest. This little brat was intentionally doing this, no doubt about it!

Children over the age of six were the most detestable. At that age, they knew enough to launch attacks while pretending to be innocent, taking advantage of their age to make others feel embarrassed.

Violet could only look to Lawrence, her voice tinged with a grievance, “Mr. Lambert, I…”

Lawrence interrupted her before she could finish, waving his hand dismissively, “It’s alright, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Violet fell silent once again. Well, this was as good as confirming Lilly’s accusation of her being hypocritical, wasn’t it?

Violet felt a surge of grievance, especially with Anthony present.

Lilly didn’t press further, and the harem spirit turned to her, uncertain whether Lilly’s actions were intentional or unintentional.

The harem spirit carried this doubt back to the jar of souls and shared it with the other spirits.

The weakling spirit smiled, “Of course, it was unintentional, my dear. Who could be purer than our Lilly?”

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said, “That’s not necessarily true. However, it’s not necessarily a bad thing

innocent and making no progress, that’s called being

spirit believed that Lilly had a kind heart, but when the

good,” the passionate

unlucky ghost asked, “What pastry? Where can we

among

to some extent,

the jar

their meal. Lilly had developed a habit of eating attentively and no longer allowed

focused on serving food to Lilly, occasionally perking up her ears to catch

the other hand, couldn’t find a way to join the conversation. She wondered if everyone

a sourness

she had always been the center of attention and the focal point in any gathering. Now, she

rallied herself, lifted a glass of wine, and stood up, “Mr. Anthony, I appreciate you hosting my teacher and showing him

up, looking at her briefly, and the wine glass was just to his right. He seemed to

She believed that Anthony wouldn’t refuse her toast, no matter how aloof

be appropriate to refuse Violet’s toast from

raised his hand, and his slender fingers were about to touch the wine

Anthony’s

raising the glass and downing its contents

her lips and poured herself another one. She bowed to

her body after the bow and raised her head

Everyone wore puzzled expressions.