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!”

by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt

doesn’t look

way! If you don’t believe me, hang this painting up, and it’ll surely

amused by her words. The way this little girl try to comfort me is…

front of the painting, criticizing and calling it a mess. But then someone reminded them that it was a work

attentively, seeming

something was beautiful or not depended

by someone unknown would not be beautiful, but it was the total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The painting remained the same,

“So, what is the purpose of our art? Originally, it was to create something beautiful, something that pleases ourselves. Any artwork that brings satisfaction to its creator should be considered the best. But then, we had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping up,

fact, few people could truly see the world with their own

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

you’re not honest. On one hand, you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it depends

fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed across his mind. He was getting close to

got up to her feet and helped

Lawrence, let’s go. I’m going to do

snap back to his

know about acupuncture? I have

“Master Lawrence, do you remember that I was in a wheelchair three years

without saying anything else, while a wave of surprise

certainly this

“We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope you can keep it known

but after some thoughts, it was normal that the Crawford family was keeping Lilly’s abilities a secret. If others were to find out that a three-year-old child was capable of treating her crippled grandmother, the scientists would definitely

Lawrence regained hope in his

Hugh observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert was sitting on the couch and at this time, his phone

“Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell me! I promise I won’t