Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 592 All This Way For A Skillet

Lilly said, “Grandma, we’re on vacation! Look at all the flowers!”

She turned the phone around.

Above the viaduct, Spring City was in full bloom. There were flowers everywhere you looked.

It was the middle of spring, and things were a lot less busy than in Alfornada. Some people pushed

their strollers along the streets, strolling under the flowering trees.

A few children ran over from the garden, playing with a piece of grass in their hands.

“Isn’t it pretty? Lilly asked. “Do you see it, Grandma?”

Bettany nodded. “Yes, I see it.”

Lilly said, “Grandma, when are you coming here to play too? Spring City’s so, so pretty. Uncle Cloud

says there’s a beautiful lake a hundred miles away from here, you can boat on it!”

“It’s a lake and not the ocean, but’s it’s huge just like the ocean!”

Bettany listened with a neutral expression. “Ahh…”

Lilly said, “Yeah! Grandma, I’ve got to tell you this— Sean and Cathy solved their misunderstanding!

Sean was actually really happy about it, he just looked sour.”

Bettany listened to Lilly quietly, and before long both of them had chatted for an hour.

Blake and Cloud led the way for Lilly, and they eventually ended up at their hotel.

“Grandma, we’re here! Dad says we should eat, let’s talk at night?”

Bettany nodded. “Of course.”

The call ended. Blake and Cloud heaved a sigh of relief at once.

God, they had been so afraid that Bettany would say out of nowhere—

Lilly, where’s your Dad?

Lilly, where’s your Uncle Cloud?

They’d avoided yelling at today, this was worth celebrating!

Blake hauled Lilly onto his shoulder. “Let’s go, we’ll have something good today!”

“Yes, yes! I wanna drink flower wine!”

Flower wine, like its name suggested, was wine fermented from flowers. Blake had brought it up two

days ago without much thought, only for Lilly to have remembered it…

Over on another end.

Bettany hung up the call, her eyes flashing with yearning.

Her little darling had been away from home for five days, and she was missing her dearly!

“Hey, Hugh, book us a flight,” Bettany said all of a sudden. “We’re going to Spring City!”

They were just going to go like that?

Bettany said, “Why not! We’re old, what if we don’t have that long to leave! We should just go wherever

we want to!

Hugh said, “You just came out of the hospital! I’ve truly never seen anyone have the itch to be jetting

around less than half a month after an open surgery.”

Bettany said, “What about an open surgery!”

Hugh then said, “There’s a spike in air pressure when you’re flying in the air! It’ll tear your stitches!”

Yet when it came down to it, Hugh could not bear to see Bettany upset for long. He paused, before

finally saying, “We can take the train.”

Bettany smiled at once. “Yeah, we can take the train!”

It was just a ten-hour ride, after all!

They could just book an entire carriage to themselves.

They could even bring a fold-up bed there.

Then they’d be able to sleep all the way to Spring City!

Bettany got to work at once, urging Hugh to book the tickets then having Margaret prepare for the trip.

Hugh blinked. “Are we just going now? We’ll reach at two or three in the morning if we go now. We can

leave tomorrow, or at night. We’ll be there in the morning right after a night of sleep if we leave at

night.”

Bettany said, “No! I want to go now.”

Hugh lasted all of two seconds. “…Fine.”

“Bring a skillet.” Bettany piped up, all of a sudden.

Bettany said, “We’ll stay by the lake for a while. Book a hotel with a stove… I want to cook for Lilly!”

This wasn’t just a matter of cooking for Lilly, was it? All this way for a skillet!

**

Blake brought Lilly to the Antipolo Tavern.

It was full of people, especially crowded at night.

The owner of the tavern sat by the door. There was a table in front of him, filled with the flower wine

he’d brewed along with some snacks.

He tapped on his drum leisurely, the whimsical rhythm adding a layer of fun to the city.

Cloud said, “It’s time to go home.”

Blake hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. He leaned back in his seat leisurely. “What’s the rush? Let’s

sit for a while longer.”

Cloud glanced at the time. “It’s almost eleven.”

Antipolo was at its most lively at eleven!

Despite not going to any bars, they sat on the second floor on their wooden stools leaning against the

window. They’d take a sip of flower wine every now and then, the night making them feel even lazier to

move.

Lilly took a sip of her barley milk, feeling a little drunk just from it alone.

“Yummy!” She raised her glass. “Cheers!”

The sounds of the shop owner’s drum got quicker by the second. A few tourists linked hands, forming a

circle out of nowhere and beginning to dance.

More and more people joined, the air ringing with laughs and chatter.

Blake hoisted Lilly up. “Let’s go!”

Cloud got to his feet.

Blake said, “You stay put, or they might think we’ve left and clear our table.”

Blake was tall and broad, and the sight of him with Lilly on his shoulder drew the attention of the crowd

at once.

Antipolo was called the land of fate. It was easy to fall in love at first glance with the dizzying,

intoxicating atmosphere.

Several women flocked over to flirt.

“Hey, handsome! Let’s be friends!”

Blake said, “No, thanks. My daughter’s almost five.”

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Another girl came over. “Hey, you. Wanna chat over some drinks?”

Blake was emotionless. “I’ll pass. My daughter’s almost five.”

The girl walked away, disappointed as well.

“Hey, Mister. Like what you see?”

Blake said, “Go away. My daughter’s almost five.”

Bulletproof-shield-Lilly asked curiously, “Dad, why can’t you make new friends or have a drink just

because I’m five.”

Blake raised his eyebrows. “I’d act the same even if you weren’t five.”

He had never considered getting Lilly a stepmother, ever. He had never thought of it, and would never

as well.

Lilly had enough family. She wasn’t lacking any maternal love at all.

Blake and Lilly played downstairs for a long, long time. Cloud was going to go crazy from being hit on.

He leaned against the window, yelling, “Come upstairs!”

Whoosh…

A flock of girls ran up.

Blake brought Lilly upstairs, finally squeezing over to their table with great effort.

Cloud gritted his teeth. “It’ll be half past one if you keep going!”

Blake glanced at Lilly, who was clearly still rearing to go. “Who knows when we’ll be back here? Lilly’s

never experienced Antipolo before, what’s the harm in going back a little later?”

Cloud did not know what to say. “Are you really going to stay the night?”

Blake asked, “What’s wrong with that?”

The old lady was thousands of miles away, anyways.

She’d just had surgery, and couldn’t get on a flight.

There was no way she could somehow get here and give him a skillet to the face.

Cloud did not know what to say.

Blake sat down with Lilly, and slowly less and lesser girls came over to hit on them.

On the other hand…

There were more and more men who came over to flirt.

Cloud and Blake had not noticed at first, but slowly started realizing something was off.

In the end, both of them ended up in a bad mood.

Lilly was thoroughly spent, dozing off in Blake’s arms.

It was past three already. Blake carried Lilly in his arms, Cloud walking next to him as the three of them

headed back to their hotel.

Just as they got to the hotel entrance, a familiar looking figure walked past them.

Cloud stopped short. “I think I’m seeing things. Why do I feel like Mom just walked past us?”

Blake said, “Ha, no way. It’s the middle of the night, the old lady’s still in Alfornado! Even if she left at

night she’d only get here in the morning.”

There was no way the old man would let the old lady have her way to this extent.

Just as he was thinking to himself, a cold voice rang through the air. “Blake MacNeil!