Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

In Lawrence’s residence, Bettany still maintained her posture, sitting crossed arms on the couch and looking extremely irritated.

As the CEO of Crawford Holdings, Anthony seemed to have attracted quite a lot of attention.

The wedding must go on! It had to be a grand affair, known far and wide!

While Bettany contemplated these matters, everyone assumed she was still angry and dared not even breathe loudly.

Lilly held onto Gilbert’s arm, and he, in turn, wrapped his arm around her tiny figure, as they pretended to admire a painting.

“What are you two whispering about?” Bettany asked.

Instantly, Lilly, like a provoked kitten shook her head repeatedly, “Nothing, Granny! It’s really nothing!”

Granny is indeed powerful!

Lilly thought she should learn a thing or two from Bettany. If she encountered someone like King of Cities again, she could surely put him in his place without hesitation.

David smiled and said, “Well, Mrs. Crawford, would you like some tea?”

Bettany finally realized she had let her anger show and immediately put her hands down, sitting gracefully.

She smiled, “Sure, thank you.”

David said hurriedly, “Not a problem.” He could not help but think that Bettany was not only powerful with her words but also lightning-fast at changing expressions.

Lilly looked at the ruined painting and felt a pang of regret. She picked up a pen and attempted to salvage it… and turned the fallen watercolor into a cute little bee.

“Ta-da!” Lilly held up the painting. “Master Lambert, look! It’s beautiful now!”

a smile. His mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s

doesn’t look good,”

don’t believe me, hang this painting up, and it’ll surely sell for a

this little girl try to comfort me is… well,

People gathered in front of the painting, criticizing and calling it a mess. But then someone reminded them that it was a work by a great painter… and suddenly, everyone started complimeting it and

listened attentively, seeming to

or not depended on its

in the case of

be considered the best. But then, we had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping up, each with

people could truly see the

was no point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover from his illness seemed to be fading

said, “Master Lawrence, you’re not honest. On one hand, you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it depends on how we see it, while you care about

seemed to have flashed across his mind. He was getting close to understanding

her feet and

Lawrence, let’s go. I’m going to do acupuncture

to his

acupuncture? I have a low pain

was in a wheelchair three

looked at Lawrence without saying anything else, while a wave of

Gilbert nodded certainly this time

entered the room as well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so

keeping Lilly’s abilities a secret. If others were to find out that a three-year-old

Lawrence regained hope

David and Hugh observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert was

text from Jonas. “Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell me! I promise I