Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Violet thought to herself. I can tell why Mr. Lambert is so dumbfounded. He probably had no idea he had taken in such an untalented disciple, one who would undoubtedly tarnish his reputation.

“Lilly is painting!” Violet exclaimed with a slight smile. “What are you painting?”

Thinking she was being gentle and amiable, Violet approached to take a closer look. Many people would pay a fortune to get their artworks reviewed by Violet, but she would never bother. So, in her subconscious, helping critique Lilly’s artwork was a stroke of luck for the young girl.

“This flower is quite well painted,” Violet deliberately praised first. “Under the sunlight, this half of the flower appears vibrant, with rich and vivid colors…”

The painting did not have a distinct style. Anyway, Violet thought it was somewhat childish at first glance.

As Lawrence was about to say something upon hearing Violet’s praise, she continued, “But the other half of the flower you painted is so stiff! The lines aren’t smooth at all, like they were drawn by an elderly person struggling with Parkinson’s.”

She used that metaphor without thinking as she attempted to be humorous, completely forgetting Lawrence’s current condition.

Lawrence’s expression immediately changed, becoming incredibly gloomy…

Lilly looked up in surprise. It’s Auntie Violet. Isn’t she Master Lambert’s most excellent disciple? How could she not even recognize her teacher’s painting?

Violet smiled, planning to pat Lilly’s head to appear gentle. However, Lilly tilted her head slightly, preventing her from doing so.

Violet felt a bit awkward and complained, “You’re being too sensitive, child. You’re getting angry just because I said your painting isn’t good! Your painting has its merits but also its flaws. To improve, one must be brave enough to accept their shortcomings, you know?”

She continued, “There are too many colors here, all mixed up. Nowadays, the general aesthetic leans toward something more sophisticated, and having too many colors makes it seem less of that. Although the handling of the lighter part is slightly inept, it’s still decently done. It’s just that this half of the flower in the darker area is the biggest flaw of the entire painting. It’s really poorly done… Shall I fix it for you?”

Knowing that many people were desperate to have her guide them, she believed

Lawrence’s cold and stern

was a painting he had done together with Lilly. Who allowed her to make

brush dripped, landing right in

canvas,

Why are you so angry suddenly? I really

create something more valuable with just a few strokes. Is it even

half of the flower you’re talking about was actually

She quickly said, “Uh… Mr. Lambert, that’s not

growing in her heart, blaming Lilly

hand, saying, “What are you doing here? I already

already has a family, and if she continued whatever she was doing and break someone else’s family apart, he would cut ties with

listen to his words and showed no signs of changing her ways. In his anger, Lawrence stopped acknowledging her

“Mr. Lambert, you really misunderstood me. I just think of Mr. Anthony as a

into the garden, chatting and laughing, followed by

it had also bestowed upon her more grace and charm. Although her face showed signs of aging, one could tell that she

Mrs. Crawford?

she had decided on impulse to come here. Her art exhibition had ended yesterday, and she had planned for Lawrence

must have misunderstood her that day, so she had come early today to