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!

open your uncultured eyes wide, focus on the owl’s eyes, look closely, and feel it with your

suspiciously shifted his gaze,

three seconds, an aura of 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 up

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

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

I thank you for bestowing upon me this great fortune!”

silver hair cascading down to his waist, Alastair gave a deep bow of nearly

into the

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

How could even myfather say such a

spoke up. “Old man, I’ll leave the painting with you. I’ll be outside, waiting

Mr. Lund with the utmost respect. If I find out you’ve slighted him in the slightest, I’ll come

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

personally brewed coffee and poured water, attentively serving Emrys. At the same time, he

to show any disrespect

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