Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

After finishing the acupuncture session, Lilly emerged from the room and noticed the peculiar smile on Gilbert’s

face. Curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, “Uncle Gilbert, what’s making you smile like that?”

Gilbert quickly composed himself and replied, “Oh, it’s nothing.”

Perplexed, Lilly could not help but express her doubts, “Uncle Gilbert, that expression of yours resembles the one

people wear when they’ve struck gold. Are you smiling because of some good fortune?”

Surprised by her keen observation, Gilbert could not help but wonder how she had noticed.

Meanwhile, David, holding a bottle of mineral water, seemed bewildered as he sought clarification, “Um, Little Miss,

just to confirm… Should this bottle of medicine be consumed once a day?”

The moment Lilly handed him the bottle of water, he found himself utterly dumbfounded.

While Lilly claimed it to be her unique recipe, he could not shake off the feeling that it was just an ordinary bottle of

water…

Lilly tiptoed, giving David a reassuring pat on the arm as she said, “Don’t worry. Do you think I would trick you?”

Feeling a hint of guilt, she could not help but reflect on her actions. Ever since she acquired spiritual spring, the

spirits lost interest in the ice pond water, saying that it was her bathwater. She claimed otherwise, but she found

herself feeling guilty after saying it a couple too many times.

In reality, the ice pond water primarily benefits one’s physical well-being, while the spiritual spring enhances one’s

mental and spiritual energy. Otherwise, she could have given a little bit of the spiritual spring to Lawrence.

“Sir, don’t worry about it! After drinking this bottle of water… I mean, this medicine, Master Lambert will be able to

stand up again!” Lilly assured him.

“Remember to apply this ointment together with the intake of medicine every day, leaving it on for 24 hours,” she

instructed.

“If Master Lambert doesn’t get better after taking the medicine and applying the ointment, I’ll twist my head off

and give it to you,” she added.

David expression turned awkward as he pondered her words.

Apply the ointment once every24 hours…

If Dad doesn’t get better, she’ll twist her head off…

Why does she sound like a sorcerer off the streets no matter how I think about it?

In a smoother turn of events, Lilly, along with her grandparents, bid farewell and left.

Concerned that Lawrence might doubt Lilly’s words, Bettany reiterated, “You must follow Lilly’s instructions without

fail.”

David nodded, assuring her, “You can trust me.”

It had been a while since Lawrence had slept so peacefully. After Lilly finished the acupuncture, he slept soundly.

Even if the treatment did not actually work, but witnessing Bettany’s recovery, David wanted to give it a try.

About one to two hours after Lilly’s departure, Lawrence woke up.

He had enjoyed a deep slumber and, upon awakening, felt a surge of energy instead of the usual weakness. He

appeared refreshed and rejuvenated.

Feeling the changes in his body, Lawrence was certain that Lilly’s acupuncture had truly worked.

“Where is Lilly?” Lawrence asked eagerly.

David carefully placed the bottle of water given by Lilly into the cupboard and replied, “She has gone back.”

Lawrence felt a slight tickling sensation in his legs, but it was rather pleasant. As he glanced down, he noticed a thin

layer of a muddy substance on his legs.

“Where did this mud come from?” he wondered, taken aback.

David explained, “That’s the medicine Lilly gave you, not mud.”

Actually, it did bear a striking resemblance to mud.

“Dad, how do you feel now?” David inquired.

“I feel much better… It’s strange, is it really this effective?” Lawrence expressed his amazement.

Relieved to hear his father’s positive response, David exhaled deeply. It worked, and that was all that mattered.

“By the way, Mrs. Crawford just mentioned that Mr. Anthony’s wedding will be held on the 9th of next month. We

will receive an invitation soon. Are you planning to attend, Dad?” David asked.

Lawrence rolled his eyes and replied, “Do I even need to answer that? Of course I’m going.”

David gently reminded him, “Dad, don’t forget, on the 9th of next month, Violet’s international art exhibition will

take place. She invited you to attend and preside over the event…”

Violet realized that she was still too young. Although she had gained “international fame,” it was unrealistic for her

to single-handedly invite renowned artists from the world of arts to her exhibition. However, Lawrence was capable

of that.

Therefore, Violet wanted to involve him in her event.

Lawrence had a disgruntled expression on his face and said, “I won’t go. I already told her that I won’t go.” Not only

did he say he would not go, but he also said he would not help her invite international artists.

He felt quite frustrated. Should he be so firm in his stance? To be honest, he had been Violet’s mentor for ten years,

so he did not want their relationship to end on such terms.

That was why he had given Violet numerous chances. Even though she had made such a huge mistake today, he

could not bring himself to sever ties with her.

But if he did not take a firmer stance, she would continue down this wrong path.

Lawrence, somewhat using their mentor-student bond as stakes, wanted Violet to turn back the right path. But it

seemed like she did not care.

The more Lawrence thought about it, the more he felt heartbroken and frustrated. He said, “Later, help me issue a

statement saying that I will no longer attend any events.”

David nodded.

…

After returning home, Violet swallowed her frustration and began preparing for her international exhibition.

This exhibition would showcase all of her artworks from these years, depicting her journey from amateur to

accomplished artist. She hoped to inspire more young artists to bravely pursue their dreams and give them

strength.

Of course, while she was famous in the domestic art scene, her international reputation was mostly the result of

her marketing and promotion efforts.

Through Lawrence’s connections, she managed to visit certain renowned artists abroad, and they would welcome

her as well. Taking photos together with those artists and posting them on social media gradually created an illusion

that she was famous internationally as well.

Although she was bluffing, Violet knew her own abilities. Hence, she relied on Lawrence to anchor her exhibition.

Therefore, she posted a promotional tweet on Twitter. [On the 9th of next month, Violet’s exhibition will be held at

the International Exhibition Center. By then, my mentor @LawrenceLambert, as well as three internationally

acclaimed artists @YosefJerry, @JuliaMorris, and @CollinEgbert, will also be present. It’s a gathering of art masters.

I sincerely invite you to join and enjoy the visual feast!]

Upon seeing Violet’s tweet, the art community was shocked to their cores. Was Lawrence making a comeback?

Plus, he was attending the exhibition too?