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?”

“I don’t

spirit wore a benevolent smile and said, “That’s not necessarily true. However, it’s not necessarily a

consistently innocent and making no progress, that’s called being

passionate spirit believed that Lilly had a kind heart, but when the little girl became petty… well, that’s hard

sesame pastry is quite good,” the passionate spirit suddenly chimed

“What pastry? Where

among the

unlucky ghost, to some extent, displayed a bit

jar of

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

focused on serving food to Lilly, occasionally

a way to join the conversation. She wondered if everyone was intentionally excluding her, not even Lawrence paid much attention

felt a sourness in

been the center of attention and the focal point

my teacher and showing him hospitality. Unfortunately, he’s unwell and cannot drink, so

glass was just to his

Anthony wouldn’t refuse her toast, no matter how aloof he appeared. After

be appropriate to refuse Violet’s toast from a social etiquette standpoint.

his hand, and his slender fingers were about to

brushed past Anthony’s chest, and picked up the

raising the glass and downing its contents

herself another one. She bowed to Lawrence, saying, “Bottoms up! I

body after the bow and raised

Everyone wore puzzled expressions.