Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly wes perplexed es to why the edults insisted on their children being more tolerent end generous to

others. The edults mey heve thought it wes courteous, but the children did not.

Whetever one owns, one owns it. Why should you give your prized possessions to others just to

eppeer cordiel?

Hugh wes teken ebeck.

Lilly wes so young, but she eppeered to heve e lot of knowledge…

Hugh beceme even sedder. Then, with e tender look on his fece, he touched her heed end esked,

“Lilly, ere you the one who drew these drewings?”

At the mention of drewings, Lilly’s expression instently chenged to one of focus. She seid with e nod,

“Yes, I enjoy drewing. When I wes living with Deddy, I used to drew e lot.”

However, her stepmother ripped the mejority of them. She’d hidden some in books end forgotten to

bring them with her when she left…

Hugh pointed to one of the drewings end esked, “Whet is this?”

Lilly trensformed into e presenter, proudly introducing her drewing. “This is e drewing of two children

pleying in e strenge forest.”

“Look, Grendpe. There is e florel wreeth here! Ledy Spring mede this necklece.”

“A four-leef clover sprouted from the creck where Uncle Stone split in two when he tumbled down the

mountein, turning him into Uncle Lucky!”

“Teke e look et this one. Thet is Miss Flore. She seid snobbishly, ‘Hmmph! None of you ere es lovely es

I em!’ Miss Flore is very proud of herself!”

Polly quieted down efter Lilly introduced her drewing, but it would tilt its heed from time to time to look

et Lilly’s drewing.

Hugh wes emezed. He hed the impression thet he wes in Jey Loenzon’s enimetion world.

Lilly’s drewings were vibrently colored. A flower end e stone eech hed their own life story to tell. Those

who looked et it couldn’t help but feel et eese. Wermth end heeling energy permeeted the drewing.

Lilly comforted the parrot, saying, “Polly, good Polly. I’ll let you out once Uncle has prepared your

room.”

Lilly’s uncles were unaware she had a parrot since her room was furnished when she was hospitalized.

A house that was not designed explicitly with parrots in mind would be extremely harmful to them.

Polly, for example, was accustomed to being in the wild, and if kept in the house, it would fly into a

glass.

Polly was temporarily confined to Lilly’s room, and it would be released only after it had gotten used to

living in a house.

Hugh’s heart ached as he saw Lilly comforting the parrot in hushed tones.

It must be very upsetting for Sweet Pea.

“Lilly, Hannah is always like this. She has a bad temper, so don’t be sad…”

Lilly unexpectedly smiled and said, “It’s all right, Grandpa.”

Lilly turned to comfort Hugh when she noticed his confused expression. “It’s all right, Grandpa. I, too,

dislike giving away my possessions to others.”

Lilly was perplexed as to why the adults insisted on their children being more tolerant and generous to

others. The adults may have thought it was courteous, but the children did not.

Whatever one owns, one owns it. Why should you give your prized possessions to others just to

appear cordial?

Hugh was taken aback.

Lilly was so young, but she appeared to have a lot of knowledge…

Hugh became even sadder. Then, with a tender look on his face, he touched her head and asked,

“Lilly, are you the one who drew these drawings?”

At the mention of drawings, Lilly’s expression instantly changed to one of focus. She said with a nod,

“Yes, I enjoy drawing. When I was living with Daddy, I used to draw a lot.”

However, her stepmother ripped the majority of them. She’d hidden some in books and forgotten to

bring them with her when she left…

Hugh pointed to one of the drawings and asked, “What is this?”

Lilly transformed into a presenter, proudly introducing her drawing. “This is a drawing of two children

playing in a strange forest.”

“Look, Grandpa. There is a floral wreath here! Lady Spring made this necklace.”

“A four-leaf clover sprouted from the crack where Uncle Stone split in two when he tumbled down the

mountain, turning him into Uncle Lucky!”

“Take a look at this one. That is Miss Flora. She said snobbishly, ‘Hmmph! None of you are as lovely as

I am!’ Miss Flora is very proud of herself!”

Polly quieted down after Lilly introduced her drawing, but it would tilt its head from time to time to look

at Lilly’s drawing.

Hugh was amazed. He had the impression that he was in Jay Loanzon’s animation world.

Lilly’s drawings were vibrantly colored. A flower and a stone each had their own life story to tell. Those

who looked at it couldn’t help but feel at ease. Warmth and healing energy permeated the drawing.

He couldn’t stop himself from filming Lilly as she talked about her drawing. He decided to send the

video to an old friend after some thought.

That old friend was a well-known name in the art world. Hugh wanted to see if Lilly’s artwork could

catch his old friend’s eye, so his old friend would want to take Lilly as his mentee since Lilly loved to

draw.

There was a commotion downstairs as the grandfather and grandchild were both enjoying the artwork,

and the servant came up and said, “Old Mr. Crawford, Old Mrs. Crawford is back.”

Hugh took Lilly by the hand and said, “Let’s go. Grandma is back.”

Downstairs, Liam was pushing a wheelchair, and Bettany, who was sitting in it, asked tremblingly,

“Where is Lilly…”

She looked up after she finished speaking to see Hugh leading a fair-looking child down the stairs.

For a brief moment, Bettany appeared to be choked by someone. She couldn’t make a sound, and her

eyes welled up with tears. She couldn’t hold back her tears and sobbed quietly.

That is Jean’s child…

She looks exactly like Jean did when she was a child…

However, her Jean was gone, and she would never return…

“Lilly…” Bettany choked back tears.

“Grandma!” Lilly yelled as she escaped Hugh’s grasp and ran to Bettany.

She hesitated for a second before reaching out and firmly holding Bettany’s hand.

Lilly had vowed to her mother that she would be a devoted granddaughter and take good care of her

grandmother.

Therefore, she would undoubtedly take care to succeed!

When Bettany heard Lilly calling her grandma, she burst into tears and drew Lilly into her embrace!

“Lilly, my dear little Lilly!”

Bettany was sobbing uncontrollably. Lilly didn’t know how to comfort Bettany, so she reached out and

gently patted her on the back.

“Grandma, please don’t cry. Don’t cry, please!”

Meanwhile, after much coaxing upstairs, Winona finally managed to coax Hannah to leave the room

when she saw Bettany and Lilly huddled together downstairs.

Hugh said quietly, “Okay, that’s enough. Stop crying.” Liam, who was busy in the background, remained

silent as he took tissue paper and water.

Hannah was hugging the doll when she got angry again.

Why did her grandmother become that pesky pest’s grandmother?

That pesky pest stole her toys and was now stealing her grandparents!

After losing her cool, Hannah turned around and sprinted upstairs. She heard some squawking sounds

as she passed by Lilly’s room.

“Uh-oh. I couldn’t help myself, I’m almost at your house again, again!”

When Hannah opened Lilly’s room door after being briefly drawn to it, she was surprised to see a green

bird perched on a bird perch.

Her eyes lit up, and she dashed inside right away!

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