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,

doesn’t look good,”

head. “No way! If you don’t believe me, hang this painting up, and it’ll surely sell for a lot of

taken aback, amused by her words. The way this little girl try to comfort me is… well, straight to

of the painting, criticizing and calling it a mess. But

listened attentively, seeming

something was beautiful or not depended on

was the total opposite in

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,

people could truly see

do this anymore,

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

to have flashed across his mind. He was

to her feet and helped Lawrence back to his

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

made Lawrence snap back to his senses

about acupuncture?

that I was in a wheelchair three years

without saying anything else, while a wave of

Gilbert nodded certainly

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

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 conduct

regained

observed the scene with much interest.

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