Her Precious Baby

“What? A counterfeit?”

“H-How is that possible? How could it be a counterfeit when it’s a gift from Mr. Golding?”

That single remark created a great uproar. Everyone’s expressions turned incredulous though their opinions differed. Some even criticized Angeline for being arrogant and ignorant because of her young age.

“Y-You… unfilial granddaughter! What have I ever done to deserve this?” Wilfred thumped his chest in anger, almost keeling over.

Seeing red, Joseline shoved Angeline away and reproached loudly, “What do you know, Angeline? This is a painting gifted by Mr. Golding himself! Yet, you claim that it’s counterfeit? Do you have an eyesight problem?”

Angeline merely smirked. Sweeping her gaze over the crowd, she languidly countered, “As far as I know, Charlie Day’s greatest love in his life was his paintings. He couldn’t part from them even when he was eating or sleeping. When he was dying, he burned all his paintings. Therefore, it’s difficult to find a genuine painting by him on the market today!”

In the end, her gaze met Evander’s.

grim, his dark and unfathomable eyes glinting sharply. It was as though he could see through her with a mere glance, intimidating her

curved upward slightly, and

came to a conclusion—he’s someone I can’t afford

colors are distinct, and its detail excellent. Even the lines at the edges of the clouds are brisk and outstanding. Judging from the texture

she had never given up on painting and researching the paintings of renowned painters. For that reason, she could tell a painting’s quality

the repugnance in his gaze as he

and initially wanted to propose to her, but he never expected her to be so shameless

she was away, Joseline confessed her love to him.

the beautiful memories

“How dare you! Stop spouting nonsense here, Angeline! This painting is a

gaze alighted on Evander, sheer

progress