Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chater 965

Chater 965

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!”

Lawrence forced a smile. His mood had been completely ruined by Violet’s words, and he was actually hurt by what she said.

“It still doesn’t look good,” he said.

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

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

“It’s 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, everyone started complimeting it and started searching for meaning behind the painting.”

Lilly listened attentively, seeming to understand.

So whether something was beautiful or not depended on its creator!

The artworks painted by someone 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 here?

Lawrence 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 but as what others want them to acknowledge.”

In fact, few people could truly see the world with their own eyes.

With this realization, Lawrence found that there was no point to do this anymore, and even his eagerness to recover from his illness seemed to be fading away.

Lilly smiled, her eyes twinkling 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 see it, while you care about what others view your creations.”

Lawrence was stunned. In this fleeting moment, something seemed to have flashed across his mind. He was getting close to understanding something…

Lilly got up to her feet and helped Lawrence back to his room.

“Master Lawrence, let’s go. I’m going to do acupuncture for you!”

That made Lawrence snap back to his senses and refused quickly, “It’s okay…”

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

Bettany laughed. “Master Lawrence, do you remember that I was in a wheelchair three years ago? Lilly was the one who treated my legs.”

Then, she just looked at Lawrence without saying anything else, while a wave of surprise hit both Lawrence and David. “Really?”

Even Gilbert nodded certainly this time around.

At this time, Hugh entered the room as well. “We don’t usually tell anyone about this, so we hope you can keep it known to yourselves only too.”

David was in disbelief, but after some thoughts, it was 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 researches on her thoroughly.

For some reason, Lawrence regained hope in his recovery again…

While Lilly performed acupuncture for Lawrence, Bettany, David and Hugh observed the scene with much interest. Gilbert was sitting on the couch and at this time, his phone buzzed.

It was a text from Jonas. “Gilbert, what happened to Anthony? Tell me! I promise I won’t tell another soul about this.”

Gilbert rejected, “I wish I could tell you, but Anthony has given me too much.”

The next moment, Gilbert’s phone buzzed again. He received a text.

“Dear VIP, your account in Capital Bank ending with 8888 has received USD 2,000,000. Your current balance is…”

Gilbert raised his brow. Oh wow, it could work like this too?

Then, another text from Jonas came. “Use the two million dollars to buy some snacks for yourself.”

Instantly, Gilbert changed his tone. “Fine, I’ll tell you about it, but you can’t ever tell anyone else! Anthony, he’s weak in that department…”

On the other side, Jonas held his phone, looking at the text in doubt.

Anthony is weak in bed? My tall, handsome and powerful brother is weak in bed? Holy shit.

Jonas was worried about Anthony, and he thought he should seek help from another brother of his about this shocking matter. He wanted to know if there were any available medicines out there to help Anthony.

Hence, Jonas sent a text to Edward. “Edward, you can never guess what Gilbert wanted to tell us earlier. Anthony is in some sort of trouble…”

Edward was shocked to hear that and quickly inquired for more information.

Jonas was in a tough spot. “But I promised Gilbert that I’d keep it a secret.”

Frustrated, Edward wired two million dollars to Jonas. “Tell me quickly!”

That made Jonas smirked almost instantly as he thought, Wealth would never disappear. It’ll only transfer from one party to another.

Soon, all the Crawford brothers knew what Lisa did to Anthony in the bedroom, and that Anthony had descended the stairs with wobbly legs.

Gilbert was having too much fun, and his mouth was getting numb from smiling.

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