Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 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…