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 believe a

“That’s not necessarily true. However, it’s not

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

kind heart, but when the little girl became petty…

good,” the passionate spirit suddenly

ghost asked, “What pastry? Where can we

fell among

some extent, displayed a bit

the jar

and they had finished their meal. Lilly had developed a habit of

in casual conversation, while Lisa focused on serving food to Lilly, occasionally

the conversation. She wondered if everyone was intentionally

felt a sourness in her

attention and the focal point in any gathering. Now,

and showing him hospitality. Unfortunately, he’s unwell and cannot drink, so allow me to raise this glass

just to his right.

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

lowered his gaze, considering that it wouldn’t be appropriate to refuse Violet’s toast from a social etiquette standpoint. After all, she was representing

his slender fingers were

leaned over, brushed past Anthony’s chest, and picked up the

raising the glass and downing

her lips and poured herself another one. She bowed

her body after the bow and raised her

Everyone wore puzzled expressions.