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!

smile and said, “Old man, open your uncultured eyes wide, focus on the

his gaze, focusing on the owl’s

forth from the owl’s eyes. It felt as if two colossal beasts had suddenly leaped from the tranquil surface

It felt as if there was an unreachable barrier within him, which

table. Yet, there was no trace

No, Mr. Lund, I thank you for bestowing upon me this great

down to his waist, Alastair gave

Emmett looked utterly bewildered. He wanted to follow Emrys‘ method and stare into the owl’s eyes. However, he saw Alastair suddenly straighten up and close the

level is inflicient. Seeing it would only blind your unworthy eyes,” said

How could even myfather

that moment, Emrys spoke up. “Old man, I’ll leave the painting with you.

thank you, Mr. Lund…” Alastair spoke humbly. But as he turned his head, he sternly reprimanded Emmett, “Remember, treat Mr. Lund with the utmost respect. If I find out you’ve slighted him

with shock. He had never seen his father so agitated, excited, and out of character before. What exactly

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

have dared to show any disrespect towards

his father addressed Emrys with great politeness. How could he possibly dare to call Emrys by his name or