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!”

His mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s

still doesn’t look

don’t believe me, hang this

this little girl try to

just the fame.” Lawrence patted Lilly’s head and said, “In the world of arts, there’s a joke about a great master who painted a masterpiece and hung it in a gallery. 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,

attentively, seeming

beautiful or not depended

total opposite in the case of a famous painter. The painting remained the same, so what was the problem

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, each with their own teachings on how to paint abstractly or impressionistically. People no longer see

truly see the world with

no point to do this anymore, and

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

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

up to her feet and helped

go. I’m going to do acupuncture

his

acupuncture? I

in a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was

at Lawrence without saying anything else, while a wave

nodded certainly this time

well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope you

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,

reason, Lawrence regained

acupuncture for Lawrence, Bettany, David and Hugh observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert

Jonas. “Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell