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Chapter 698 Sometimes, Selflessness Breeds Selfishness

Upon returning from Wyndon, Lilly seemed gloomy for a few days.

Bettany tried to cheer her up by preparing delicious meals, assuming that something had happened during her trip that affected her “cultivation.”

But when Lilly opened the door and excitedly ran down the stairs, she exclaimed, “Granny, what are we having for dinner today?”

Bettany finally let out a sigh of relief, observing Lilly’s radiant face with a hint of bittersweetness.

Children bounce back quickly, but… other children never have to face such challenges.

“Uncle Max mentioned that Lilly enjoyed cream soup and creamy bacon carbonara in Wyndon, so Grandma decided to make them at home too,” the kind old lady said. “Go wash your hands and see if my cooking lives up to the authentic taste.”

Lilly happily replied, “Alright!”

“Mmm, so yummy, so yummy,” she murmured with delight.

Bettany smiled and asked, “Who taught you that?”

“Mmm noodles, they call it that in Wyndon,” Lilly innocently replied.

Bettany was speechless.

After the meal, Lilly went to help Max with his move.

Max had chosen a place, and Lilly swiftly moved the items out.

Max was quite overwhelmed.

It was easy to move things around, even scraping off some wall dust in the process.

But moving them out was a different story. First, they had to remove the floor tiles… they were renovating and laying new ones.

The wall dust couldn’t be taken out, so they had to repaint it.

Then they brought out the fixed fixtures, installing them bit by bit.

Finally, they dealt with the miscellaneous items that needed to be installed…

all. Lilly occasionally went over and secretly took some “construction materials when the

eye, seven days passed, marking the

lady’s spirit and prepared to offer prayers for her to find

held a camera while several children huddled in Max’s room.

encounter a ghost… Was it all a coincidence the last time, or had it always been like that?

could see ghosts, then he would be no match for his niece. It would mean that he had wasted twenty-something years studying…

burned yellow paper, and suddenly, the figure of the old lady appeared

the same old lady who had passed away during the typhoon,

stand on end, a tingling sensation running through

that could see

turned her head and looked their way…

the same time, the door creaked

exclaimed, “Holy shit,

blurted out, “Damn it! Click, click,

at the

surreal and reality made Max and Uncle

hand, was

“What’s all the fuss about?”

with a bowl of white rice and

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and want to pay respects to the old lady,

next time we do it behind the garden? What if you accidentally set Uncle Max’s room on fire..

blinked innocently and replied, “I

in the

time we’re done, this chicken might be cold…

to run ten kilometers with Blake every day just to maintain its majestic

Eat?

quickly slipped away.

the room, the old lady was dressed in burial clothes, her hair still slightly damp. On closer inspection, her attire wasn’t in perfect condition, as her sons’ families hadn’t taken the time to arrange

she looked content.

cold anymore,” she smiled and said. “Speaking of which, thank

at Lilly and sighed, “I didn’t expect to trouble outsiders in the end, causing

it’s no trouble. I just have a question

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