Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Bettany cast a scrutinizing gaze upon Violet, her intentions of getting to know her nonexistent. In a nonchalant tone,

she cautioned Lilly, “Lilly, refrain from speaking rashly. It’s best for children not to involve themselves in adult

matters.”

Such young children uttering words such as “mistress” would only taint their innocent minds.

Lilly nodded obediently and replied, “I understand, Granny.”

Violet, on the other hand, caught only the word “Granny.”

As expected, the elderly woman was Bettany, Anthony’s mother and a member of the Crawford family.

Violet carried herself with even more elegance and grace, gently smiling as she spoke, “It’s alright, children have a

tendency to joke around. I didn’t take it to heart…”

Bettany sneered, “But I did. Anthony is getting married soon, so it’s best you stay in your lane.”

Surprised, Violet asked, “They’re getting married already?”

Realizing her blunder, she quickly corrected herself, “I didn’t mean it that way. I mean, it’s just so unexpected. Well,

congratulations in advance, Mrs. Crawford.”

She came closer and warmly linked her arm with Bettany’s, inviting her to take a seat, and said, “Please, have a

seat! Is your future daughter-in-law Lisa? I’ve met her before. She’s a true beauty, with fair skin and a petite figure.

I thought Mr. Anthony was only interested temporarily, but I didn’t expect them to be getting married…”

She praised Lisa’s appearance greatly, subtly insinuating a lack of good character, as if implying that Anthony’s

attraction was purely superficial.

Bettany was left speechless. And they said she was “elegant and graceful”?

She either failed to understand the other person’s words or pretended not to.

Bettany withdrew her arm, coldly remarking, “Is this how you were raised? Getting touchy with other people while

conversing with them? Plus, Lisa is not just beautiful. She possesses numerous inner qualities. Spare me the talk

about great character. And besides, are you a member of the Lambert family? I nearly mistook you for the lady of

this house…”

Bettany glanced at Lawrence, sporting a faint smile, “I recall Lawrence doesn’t have a daughter.”

Violet was dumbfounded by Bettany’s statement. I didn’t even say anything!

Hastily, she explained, “You’ve misunderstood me, I’m Mr. Lambert’s student. We interact frequently, just like a

family…”

But Lawrence interjected, “No, she was only a former student of mine.”

Violet’s face flushed. She had just claimed to be his student to foster a closer relationship, but Lawrence rejected

her claims the next second.

Not only that, Lawrence added, “David, show her out.”

David gestured for Violet to leave, saying, “Ms. Yarbrough, please take your leave. My father has guests today, so

it’s not a good time.”

Violet’s expression stiffened. She had encountered setbacks, one after another, and now she was being ushered

away the moment she met Bettany.

How could she accept this?

But what could she do other than leaving now?

If she stubbornly insisted on staying, Bettany might think she was shameless.

“Mrs. Crawford, please don’t misunderstand me… Well, forget it. I’m sure you’ll understand that all of this is just a

misunderstanding one day.”

Seeing that Violet was refusing to drop her act, Bettany could not hold back any longer.

Even though they were at Lawrence’s house, and that Violet was his student, Bettany showed no mercy:

“Your act doesn’t work on me. Why do you speak as if you’ve been misunderstood greatly? If someone can’t even

prove their innocence, it’s either due to incompetence or their own impurity. Which one are you?”

Bettany crossed her arms, her face icy.

“Where are your manners? After learning from Lawrence all these years, is this the extent of your knowledge,

pulling all this things only those lowlifes would do? Do you take me for a fool, or did your IQ dropped considerably

today? Why are you pretending to be a graceful lady in front of me?”

Even Lilly was stunned this time, and Gilbert shared the same expression.

The two trembled, huddling together. Hugh, who had just arrived at the entrance, smoothly turned around and left

the garden.

Even Lawrence pretended to tidy up the table, wipe the teacups, and David hastily pretended to refill their drinks…

This situation could be compared to one where a mother was helping her son with his homework, and suddenly

exploding in anger. To avoid being caught in the crossfire, everyone would hurry to make themselves busy—from

sweeping the floors, wiping the tables to refraining themselves from using their phones and the turning off the

televisions.

Lilly believed that if the authors of those s on her mother’s bookshelf saw such a mother-in-law, their fingers

would be trembling as they typed away on the keyboard.

Violet’s face turned red. She wanted to offer an explanation several times, but not a single word could escape her

lips.

Even Lilly could not help but sympathize, “Auntie Violet, you should leave quickly!”

Nervously, Violet stood up, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving…”

However, after taking a few steps, she feigned remembering something, “Oh right, Mr. Lambert, I came to tell you

something. There’s a famous doctor in our country named Zack Hamilton. He has extensive experience in treating

complicated and difficult illnesses. I’ve asked for the help of some of my contacts, and we just got in touch. When

do you have time? I can accompany you to see him…”

Violet knew how much her teacher cared about treatment options. For the past three years, he had been actively

seeking opportunities for treatment.

Upon hearing the name of Zack, he should have been immediately interested.

However, he remained unmoved, his expression devoid of emotion as he rejected her right away, “Thank you, but

there’s no need for that.”

Bettany crossed her arms and sat cross-legged on the couch, watching Violet.

Violet dared not say another word and hurriedly said, “Mr. Lambert, I’ll come to see you next time,” attempting to

salvage her wounded pride. She then quickly left.

After stepping outside, Violet grew increasingly frustrated, feeling a surge of resentment building up inside her.

She felt as if she had come on this visit solely to humiliate herself, with not a single pleasant moment since she

walked in through the door.

Bettany certainly did not hold back from humiliating her.

She imagined that Bettany would be dissatisfied toward Lisa as her daughter-in-law, but that did not seem to be the

case at all. She had hoped to navigate a winding path, first gaining the favor of Bettany before having her and

Anthony’s relationship arranged by Bettany… but it was destined to be an illusion.

“Argh!”

Frustrated, Violet kicked a roadside curb.

As a result, her heels tilted, and she tumbled to the ground, exacerbating her anger, as she appeared to be even

more disheveled.