Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 143

Priscilla broke into small jogs as she approached Anthony.

“Mr. Crawford, wait!”

Anthony frowned when he saw Priscilla. As she gasped for air, Bettany let out a small curse. She couldn’t help but think about Lilly’s prediction earlier.

“Let’s go,” Bettany said impatiently.

Lilly looked at the harem spirit on top of Priscilla. “Wait, Grandma.”

Priscilla expected Anthony to ignore her. But instead, he waited for her. What was this if not a love story in the making?

Priscilla tucked a lock of hair behind her ears. “What a coincidence, Mr. Crawford. Where are you going?”

Before Bettany could diss Priscilla, Lilly answered gleefully, “We’re visiting the flea market, Miss Peach.”

“As in Hillside Flea Market?”

“Yup!” Lilly nodded.

Anthony looked at Lilly. Did Lilly just ask them to wait here so that she could tell Priscilla where they were going?

Priscilla couldn’t be any happier. It was that easy to fish out information from a child. She donned an inquisitive look. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s none of your business,” answered Bettany coldly.

Priscilla then spoke in a half-crying voice. “I already said I’m sorry, madam. I know I made a mistake. But please, give me another chance to…”

“Let’s not dally.” Bettany did not want to entertain Priscilla.

Lilly did perform divination just now. The flea market was the best spot to capture the harem spirit. That was why she stopped everyone. And now, they could depart. Priscilla would definitely follow them. On the other hand, Sam just noticed that Priscilla went missing. He came to the parking lot to search for her.

Priscilla was not going to let Anthony go away. She blocked the Crawfords’ way. “Please, Mr. Crawford. Give me another chance. I’ll make sure I take good care of Lilly and Old Mrs. Crawford here.”

Even Priscilla herself was deeply moved by the brave front she put up. Surely a man of steel like Anthony would be swayed.

Anthony only found Priscilla irritating. But before he could say anything, Bettany barked, “One, neither Lilly nor I need your help. What makes you think you’re good enough to take care of us? Two, you were fired by your school because of your mistake. This has nothing to do with Lilly. Now, leave us alone.”

Priscilla clutched at the collar of her shirt with a pallid expression. Why was her future mother-in-law so mean?