Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 444 Is His Sister Truly The King of Hell?

Bettany Levine came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and furrowed her brow, asking, “What’s this about the president’s little darling taking the lead?”

Bettany Levine stared at Anthony Crawford and exclaimed, “What nonsense did you show Lilly Crawford again?”

Anthony Crawford: “…..

He glanced at Josh Crawford and said, “It wasn’t me.”

Josh Crawford stood frozen in surprise.

Goodness, his father actually made him take the blame?

Although it was indeed him who said it, he didn’t tell Lilly Crawford these melodramatic stories!

When Granny gave a dangerous look, Josh Crawford immediately raised his hand and said, “Granny, I didn’t say a word! It was Jack playing an audiobook in the car and we just listened!”

Jack: …..?”

Josh Crawford looked at him pleadingly.

There was no way around it. If he said it was his father who played the audiobook and listened to the novel, Granny wouldn’t believe him!

He had no choice but to put the blame on Jack, feeling sorry for him.

Jack’s mouth twitched, and he quietly said, “Old Mrs. Crawford, it was me who listened to it. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Levine nagged, “You’re almost forty or fifty years old, a grown man, and yet you’re reading romance

knew these

every novel she had

chuckled innocently and said, “I got used to listening before, and suddenly I found them quite enjoyable.”

slightly. Yes, during Jean’s illness, she couldn’t pick up her phone to

her favorite novels.

it play

had become accustomed to listening.

she just called everyone to cat

eat. The weather has turned cold today,

so long, his taste buds should have

1/3

and obediently washed his hands.

comfortable it felt

Crawford ate, he contemplated his visit to the Palace

his hospital stay, he kept himself busy.

information and even customized an upgraded map for

a mischievous king… he established his name and reputation at a young

Crawford was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Bettany Levine talking

with a wonied expression on

so long, but he remained expressionless, engrossed

already

a private hospital, they all said he was recovering well, with no more. brain

was he still

looked up and exclaimed, “The pig’s trotters are