Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 298 Painting

If Emrys had remained silent, it would have been better. His words only served to further fuel Emmett’s dissatisfaction. Is it just a painting? How could it possibly blind me? What nonsense are you spouting? I will look at it, and you can’t stop me!

With determination, Emmett took the initiative and moved closer.

To his surprise, nothing bad happened.

As he looked at the paper, he saw a beautifully sketched owl. The strokes were minimal, yet the image was incredibly vivid.

Emmett remarked, “This is the work of Mr. Emerentius. I didn’t expect him to be such a young lad. I must admit, you’re quite impressive, but you’re exaggerating.”

Emrys, who was indeed the renowned Emerentius, would have normally surprised Emmett upon learning this secret. However, with the Ginger family facing a crisis, he had no time to concern himself with who was a prodigious master of calligraphy and painting.

Alastair furrowed his brows and asked, “Young man, does this painting of yours have any connection to the difficulties our Ginger family is currently facing?”

Could it be that this young man came here just to showcase his talent in calligraphy and painting? If that was indeed the case, then it could only be said that it was utterly inappropriate and showed a complete lack of understanding!

a mysterious smile and said, “Old man, open your uncultured eyes wide, focus on the owl’s eyes, look closely,

suspiciously shifted his gaze,

unparalleled terror burst forth from the owl’s eyes. It felt as if two colossal beasts had suddenly leaped from the tranquil surface of a lake, stirring

his heart. It felt as if there was an

with the corner of the table. Yet, there was no trace of pain on his face. Instead,

upon me this great fortune!” Tears streamed down

waist, Alastair gave a

them, Emmett looked utterly bewildered. He wanted to follow Emrys‘ method and stare into the

inflicient. Seeing it would

aback. How could even myfather

“Old man, I’ll leave the painting

he sternly reprimanded Emmett, “Remember, treat Mr. Lund

head was buzzing, and his heart was overwhelmed with shock. He had never seen his father so agitated, excited, and out of character before. What

poured water, attentively serving Emrys. At the same time, he curiously asked, “Um, Mr. Lund, could you tell

have dared to

to call Emrys by his name or refer