Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Violet, now fully conscious, found herself instantly facing the accusations of everyone in the room. David even dared to call her shameless, while Lawrence stared at her sternly. But what hurt her the most were Anthony’s words…

Violet quickly explained to Anthony, “Mr. Anthony, that’s not what I meant. I-I wasn’t trying to slander Mrs. Crawford…”

She tried to explain, but was suddenly interrupted by Lisa’s excited shout, “Get out!”

The room fell silent.

Anthony and Gilbert remained silent, knowing what Lisa was about to do.

David and Lawrence, on the other hand, assumed Lisa was also drunk and remained silent.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Lisa reached out, grabbed Violet, and threw her out of the room.

Bang!

After tossing Violet out, Lisa sneered, closed the door, and locked it.

Silence filled the room.

David watched in astonishment! Mrs. Crawford had such strength?! She could lift Violet effortlessly? She looked so delicate!

Gilbert commented, “Lisa is being conservative today; usually, she lifts them with both hands.”

Anthony nodded, “Hmm… not bad, she knows how to pick her moments.”

Lilly, absentmindedly munching on her snacks, added, “Munch munch… Huh? Is the fight over? Munch munch…”

Outside the door, Violet couldn’t believe it. She was too shocked to even move for a good five seconds, maintaining her awkward landing position. It took her a while to regain her composure…

passing guests stared at Violet

ground in a tangled mess, her well-fitted pencil

on the surface,

can tell she’s not a decent woman at a glance… Hey, you, with wandering eyes! Need some glasses? Or do

hostesses, and then got thrown out?

quickly stood up, straightened

thrown out? She had been thrown

humiliated? She rushed to the door handle of the private room in a

the door was locked from the

the people around her became

she almost fell backward. Trembling, she hurriedly

ended awkwardly but without losing

self-reproach, “I should have

his head slightly, “It’s

at Lawrence, “Master Lambert, don’t think too much. My daddy says punishing oneself for someone else’s mistakes is unnecessary! And my granny says that if the root is crooked, no matter how

was deeply moved, seeing how much the

then, she was innocent and adorable, seemingly oblivious to the ways

soft, enduring bullying

different. She had gained knowledge and seemed to have experienced the hardships

how could a child

dismissing the unrealistic

well. After falling ill, I realized that there’s

sacrificing one’s life for art was worth it, but I discovered it wasn’t like that at all. All those great painters,

chuckled, becoming more

you have time!” Lawrence got into the

assured him, “Don’t worry, after school, I’ll come and find you, Master Lambert. You’ll