Hearing this, Maxwell Lucas seemed to truly be an extraordinary Uncle.
"What if your Uncle refuses to come down the mountain? Or, even worse, he comes down the mountain but prefers Theodore Lucas over you?"
Lily felt vaguely worried.
"After all… just like Albert Lucas, he watched Theodore grow up."
Mr. Lucas gently stroked Lily's silky black hair and chuckled softly, "Theodore upset my grandma so much. Uncle wouldn't possibly come down the mountain. If he were able to, he would've handled Theodore himself long ago. Besides, the things in Uncle's possession have been privately handed over to me already. It's just that people on the outside don't know yet."
"So… your Uncle is definitely on your side, then?" Lily's eyes lit up, but the light soon dimmed. "But your Uncle is so stubborn. He hasn't come down the mountain all these years. He definitely won't this time either."
