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 he seemingly

conclusion—he’s someone I can’t

and its detail excellent. Even the lines at the edges of the clouds are brisk and outstanding. Judging from the texture and color of this paper, one can effortlessly tell that it was also from the same period as Charlie Day’s works. In

since she was young. Although she had been engaged in a different industry for the past few years, she had never given up on painting and researching the paintings of renowned painters. For that reason, she

at the side silently, heard her methodical explanation, the repugnance in his gaze as he looked at her faded

and Joseline. He had liked Angeline for many years and initially wanted to propose to her, but

years she was away, Joseline confessed her love to

the beautiful memories she once left him. Hence, he inevitably

Her face promptly flushed bright red. “How dare you! Stop spouting nonsense here, Angeline! This painting

her gaze alighted on

things didn’t progress