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

still doesn’t look good,”

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

amused by her words. The way this little

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

attentively,

whether something was beautiful or not depended on its

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

continued, “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, each with their own teachings on how to paint abstractly or impressionistically. People no longer see beauty as what they personally feel

truly see the world with

this anymore,

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

seemed to have flashed across his mind. He was getting close

feet and helped

Lawrence, let’s go. I’m going

back to his senses and refused quickly,

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

in a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was the one who treated my

while a wave of surprise hit both Lawrence and David.

Gilbert nodded certainly this time

usually tell anyone about this,

thoughts, it was normal that the Crawford family was keeping Lilly’s abilities a secret. If others were to find out that

reason, Lawrence regained

with much interest. Gilbert was

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