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!”

had been completely ruined by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt by what she

look good,”

hang

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

People gathered in front of the painting, criticizing and calling it a mess. But then someone

listened attentively,

something was beautiful or not depended

be beautiful, but it was the total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The painting remained the same, so

to its creator should be considered the best. But then, we had abstract art, impressionism, and various schools popping up,

few people could truly see the

no point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover from his

hand, you’re telling me that beauty is subjective, and it depends on how we see it, while you care about what

fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed across

got up to her feet and helped Lawrence

I’m going to do

made Lawrence snap back to his senses and

would this little girl know about acupuncture? I have a low pain tolerance, mind

was in a wheelchair three

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

nodded certainly

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

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

regained

much interest.

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