Zachariah's house.

Alana still maintained the crossed arms posture, sitting on the sofa with a frustrated expression on her face.

Martin, as the president of the Murray's Group, was truly missed by everyone.

Done! This wedding must be held! And it must be held grandly and be known to the world!

While Alana was thinking about these things, everyone thought she was still angry and dared not take a breath.

Susie held onto Ryan's arm while Ryan wrapped his arm around Susie's small shoulder. The two pretended to be looking at the paintings.

Alana said, "What are you two whispering about?"

Susie instantly bristled like a little kitten, shaking her head repeatedly, "It's nothing, Grandma, it's nothing!"

My grandmother's fighting power was really strong!

Susie said that she wanted to learn...

If she ever encounters someone like King of Urban again, she won't tolerate his shameless excuses of following the rules. She will destroy him.

Adrian chuckled, "Um, Alana, would you like a cup of tea?"

Alana suddenly realized that she had lost control and immediately let go of her hand, sitting upright and graceful.

She smiled and said, "Okay, thank you."

Adrian quickly said, "I dare not, I dare not," as he felt deep down that this old lady not only had strong combat skills but also had a quick change of expression.

Susie looked at the ruined painting and felt a great sense of regret.

She picked up the pen and wanted to salvage it... so she turned the smudge into a bee.

"Dang!" Susie raised the painting and said, "Old friend, look, it has become beautiful again!"

Zachariah let out a bitter laugh, completely losing his mood because of Evelyn. Her words had really hit him where it hurt.

"Let it go, it doesn't look good," he said.

Susie shook her head and said, "No way! If you don't believe me, just hang this painting up, and it will definitely sell for a lot of money."

Zachariah was taken aback and couldn't help but laugh at her words. The little one even spoke words of comfort so sincerely... Hmm, genuine.

"It's just a pseudonym," Zachariah patted Susie's head and said, "There used to be a joke about drawing circles. A master painted a masterpiece and hung it in the gallery. There were many onlookers who criticized his painting as being complete rubbish."

"But later, someone reminded that this painting was a masterpiece by a master... The crowd immediately changed their opinion and began to search for the meaning behind this painting."

Susie listened carefully and seemed to understand.

Originally, whether something is beautiful or not depends on the individual.

The paintings without fame were not beautiful, but the ones with fame suddenly became beautiful. The painting remained the same, so where did the problem lie?

Zachariah said, "So what is the purpose of our painting? Originally, it was just about creating something beautiful. Any artwork that pleases oneself should be considered the best. However, later on, there emerged abstract and impressionist movements. Each movement produced numerous teaching materials, instructing everyone on how to paint in the abstract or impressionist style."

The beauty that people see is not what they consider beautiful themselves, but rather what others want them to acknowledge as beautiful.

What is this world really like? Very few people can see it clearly with their own eyes.

With this thought, Zachariah felt bored, and along with it, his enthusiasm for recovering his own health was extinguished.

Susie smiled and said, "Old friend, it's up to oneself to decide whether something is beautiful or not, but still cares about how others perceive it. Old friend, you are not sincere~"

Zachariah froze, as if something quickly flashed through his mind at that moment. He felt as if he was about to have an epiphany...

Susie stood up and pushed him towards the room.

"Old friend, let's go~ I'll give you an injection!"

Zachariah snapped back to reality and quickly said, "No need, no need..."

She was a child who knew how to give injections, but Zachariah said he was still afraid of pain.

Alana laughed and said, "Zachariah, do you remember three years ago when I was also in a wheelchair?"

"My leg was healed by Susie."

Alana didn't say much, she just looked at Zachariah like that.

Zachariah and Adrian were shocked all of a sudden, "Is this true?"

This time even Ryan nodded firmly.

Craig strolled in from outside and said, "We don't tell the average person, and we hope you won't say it either."

Adrian couldn't believe it, but if Susie really had this ability, it was understandable that the Murray family kept it a secret.

A three-year-old child cured her paralyzed grandmother. This news spread, and research institutes wanted to dissect her for study.

Somehow, Zachariah suddenly regained hope for recovery...

Susie gave Zachariah an injection, while Alana, Adrian, and Craig watched with interested expressions.

Ryan was sitting on the couch when his phone made a ding sound.

Jonathan sent a private message: "Ryan, what exactly happened, big brother? Tell me, I will never tell anyone else."

Ryan refused, "I also wanted to say it, but the big brother gave too much."

At the next moment, Ryan's phone made a beep sound and received a text message.

Dear esteemed VIP user, your account ending in 8888 at the Prosperity Bank has received a deposit of 10,000,000 dollars. The current balance is...

Ryan raised an eyebrow, oh wow, can it be done like this?

Jonathan: "Take ten million to buy snacks."

Ryan's tone suddenly changed, "Alright, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else! Big brother, he can't handle it..."

On the other end, Jonathan held his phone and looked at the message in astonishment.

Did the eldest brother unexpectedly fail?

The older brother, who was so handsome, tall, and imposing in the eyes of his younger brothers, surprisingly felt weak in the legs when he went downstairs.

Ahem...

Jonathan was very worried about this shocking incident and needed to find another brother to share the burden and see if there was any medicine to treat it.

Jonathan sent a private message to Michael: "Michael, do you know what Ryan wanted to say today? Big brother, he got into trouble..."

Michael, upon hearing this, was taken aback. He immediately asked what the matter was.

Jonathan was in a dilemma: "But I promised Ryan that I wouldn't tell anyone."

Impatient Michael directly gave Jonathan ten million: "Speak up!"

Jonathan immediately curled his lips and clicked his tongue.

Wealth does not disappear, it only transfers.

Soon, all the brothers of the Murray family knew that Martin had been pranked by his sister-in-law, Sauce Sauce, and had trouble walking downstairs.

Ryan won the game of mahjong and laughed so much that his mouth became stiff.