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!”

forced a smile. His mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt by what she

look good,”

me, hang this painting

this little girl try to comfort me is… well, straight

a joke about a great master who painted a masterpiece and hung it in a gallery. People gathered in front of the painting, criticizing

attentively, seeming

whether something was beautiful or

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 was the problem

Any artwork that brings satisfaction to its creator should be considered the best. But then, we had abstract

few people could truly see the world with their

found that there was no point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover

her eyes twinkling as she said, “Master Lawrence, you’re not honest. On one hand, you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it

stunned. In this fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed

got up to her feet and helped

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

made Lawrence snap back to his senses and refused quickly,

about acupuncture? I

was in a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was the

anything else, while a wave of surprise hit both Lawrence

certainly

time, Hugh entered the room as well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope you can keep it known to yourselves only

secret. If others were to find out that a three-year-old child was capable of treating her crippled grandmother, the scientists would

Lawrence regained

Lilly performed acupuncture for Lawrence, Bettany, David and Hugh observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert was sitting on the couch

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