Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 950

Lawrence, who had been ill for so long, smiled for the first time.

"Why is Lilly here?" he asked.

Although they hadn't seen each other in years, there was a strange power emanating from Lilly that made Lawrence feel closer to her.

If Lilly knew what he was thinking, she would probably say, "We shouldn't get closer, I am the Ruler of Hell!"

Who dares to get close to the Ruler of Hell?

Lilly carefully examined Lawrence.

Whether it was because he had been sick for a long time or due to the surrounding illness, there was a lingering gloominess and low pressure around him.

Lilly quietly reached out and removed the strands of illness that surrounded him, tossing them into the Hell Ruler Palace to feed King Libra.

(King Libra: ???)

"Don't worry, Master Lambert, you'll get better," Lilly said earnestly. "Give me some time, and I will cure you, Master Lambert!"

She had ice pond water, a spiritual spring, a soul flower, and even a bit of amphibious soil left!

She would try using each one, and surely one of them would be effective.

But she had to do it secretly, pretending to administer some medicine... Hmm.

Lawrence smiled and nodded in agreement, taking Lilly's words as a form of comfort.

Behind Lawrence, his son is pushing the wheelchair, but he paid no attention to what was being said.

When he took his father abroad, he had no idea that Lilly had cured Bettany. The Crawford family hadn't publicized it either. David smiled gratefully at Gilbert and said, "Dr. Gilbert, thank you for coming to pick up my dad."

Gilbert shook his head and replied, "No problem at all. We, the Crawford family, overlooked the fact that Lilly's teacher was ill." The two of them engaged in polite conversation, mostly revolving around Lawrence's treatment over the past few years.

Lilly took over Lawrence's position and pushed him forward.

"Master Lambert, are you hungry? It's been a long flight," she asked.

Lawrence looked at the familiar scenery of his homeland and smiled, saying, "Actually, I am a bit hungry. It's been more than ten hours on the plane!" Lilly secretly pulled out a small cake and said, "Here you go! Granny made it for you!"

Lawrence instinctively took it, feeling warmed by the gesture.

He should have been the one bringing her gifts, but here she was, giving him a small cake instead.

Lilly urged, "Eat quickly. Uncle Anthony made a hotel reservation, but it will take a while for them to serve the food."

When you're hungry, you should eat. Otherwise, it feels terrible to be hungry.

Lawrence opened the small cake and took a bite, not remembering how long it had been since he last tasted something sweet.

Whether it was an illusion or not, at that moment, the heaviness that weighed on him seemed to dissipate, and he felt a sense of relief and clarity. David breathed a sigh of relief. When they returned home, his father had been in a low mood, and he worried that he would remain in that state. But seeing how lively Lilly made him feel, he was reassured.

This young lady from the Crawford family truly was a lucky charm...

The group arrived at the hotel Anthony had booked, and Anthony himself joined them after finishing his meeting.

Upon reaching the hotel, Lilly acted like a little adult, bustling around and helping Lawrence out of the car.

David quickly said, "Let me help, let me help. It's difficult for a little girl to do this... Oh!"

Before he finished speaking, Lilly smoothly released the wheelchair's safety latch with a soft click.

Lilly stepped on the crossbar behind the wheelchair and swooshed down.

"Here comes the little flying stick!"

The wheelchair glided off the car as if in a speed race, and the hotel's entrance automatically opened as Lilly and Lawrence approached. Lawrence's heart skipped a beat, but quickly he felt the same excitement as if his blood were boiling.

"So much fun, let's do it again!" he exclaimed.

Lilly chuckled and took out the remote control for the electric wheelchair, pressing a button.

"Full speed ahead!"

With Lilly pushing, the wheelchair flew forward with a swoosh, traversing the long hotel corridor.

The people behind were terrified and gave chase.

Pablo, who was floating outside, twitched his mouth.

The harem spirit poked its head out and asked, "Master Belmont, aren't you cultivating?"

Pablo snorted. "What's the use of isolating oneself every day? Besides cultivating, one should also come out more often to improve their state of mind." The harem spirit smiled mischievously. "I understand, I understand!"

David chased after Lilly and Lawrence.

"Hey, slow down, little rascal!"

"Oh my, Dad, take it easy!"

David was in a panic, never expecting that the wheelchair he ordered could go so fast.

This is like flying!

Lawrence's mischievous side revealed itself as he said, "Come on, kiddo, go faster!"

"Alright!" Lilly replied with enthusiasm.

Lawrence hadn't engaged in physical activity for a long time, and those who didn't exercise for too long would gradually feel down, both physically and mentally. Although Lawrence couldn't move on his own yet, it didn't matter. Lilly had a way to make his blood boil-so to speak.

Lilly raised her hand, and the working ghost, unlucky ghost, and rebel ghost came out.

With a wave of her hand, she exclaimed, "Charge!"

The unlucky ghost and rebel ghost looked puzzled.

Although they didn't understand why, they were still somewhat connected-after all, they were ghosts under the Ruler of Hell!

The unlucky ghost and the grumbling rebel ghost lifted the wheelchair, and it barely hovered half a millimeter off the ground. It truly started flying...

The wheelchair soared through the hotel corridor, flew across the small garden outside the hotel, and landed in the newly designed garden at the back.

Lawrence felt the wind whizzing by his ears, and in his excitement, Lilly placed a reassuring talisman on him. He didn't even bother to question how the wheelchair could go so fast. Meanwhile, his son was left bewildered, sprinting all the way.

David couldn't even fathom that the wheelchair could reach such speeds. His legs were practically emitting smoke, yet he still couldn't catch up?

Malfunction, the wheelchair must have malfunctioned for sure!