Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 132

Fanny’s face darkened. She had never imagined that a mere painting would prompt Naylor to invoke the name of B Aster, but she quickly regained her composure, saying, “Well then, if Mr. Aster is available But isn’t he in a meeting right now?”

The current exhibit was meant to celebrate the culture of the Superiority Country, so the Art Association was taking it very seriously, with endless meetings to discuss the details.

Navlor coughed and glanced at his watch, “About another half–hour, I reckon.”

Fanny hummed in response, then added with a pointed tone. “I’m curious, does Mr. Finegan know the artist of this painting?”

Her question made the underlying message clear to everyone present.

Someone spoke up. “Why would a nobody’s work be critiqued by a giant of Watercolor Painting? What’s the story behind this artist?”

Lorna’s face turned even paler. She looked to Cordelia, “Lia, I want to go home.”

Cordelia supported her, her eyes clouded with confusion and helplessness.

It seemed Lorna was hurt, but Cordelia, ever the awkward comforter, could only nod, her voice unexpectedly gentle, “Okay”

She helped Lorna to the exit.

Mrs. Brown tried to console her, “Mrs. Delaney, your painting is quite impressive; don’t take it to heart.”

Lorna mustered a weak smile and staggered out.

The car ride home was steeped in silence. Cordelia didn’t know how to break the quiet. She fiddled with her phone and sent a message. [Hey, are you free?]

Mr. All–Round replied, [What’s up?]

LearnLover said, [My mother’s painting was criticized today, and she’s feeling down. How do I comfort her?]

Mr. All–Round replied,I suggest you say nothing.)

Cordelia paused, then after a moment, a longer message arrived.

Mr. All–Round said,[Your mother always aims to maintain the image of a good mother in front of you. She wouldn’t want to show her vulnerability and frustration. Any comfort you offer might only add to her sense of shame.]

message, she recounted

replied, [I’m heading home

car soon arrived at their house.

As soon as they entered the living room, her phone rang.

sharp instincts, overheard the voice on the phone, “Lorna,

eyes lit up. “Who?”

work by name as soon as he walked in, but he… he…” There was a sigh,

particularly for a

not to mention the cost of

bucks. It was an insult.

fingers tightened, a struggle evident in her eyes.

“Sorry, my mom’s not selling.”

caller paused, then

up, Cordelia handed the phone

confidence was too much to hide, she stumbled into her room, bypassing Mathilda, who emerged to speak. Lorna headed straight upstairs to her studio without a

was puzzled,

events of the exhibition again.

deeply, “Even the best can rust after eighteen years. But Fanny is clearly trying to break your mom, make her

work is tied

=

Lorna lost belief in herself, what would come

upstairs,

pulled up outside, and Sanderson strode into the house,

the studio upstairs.”

headed up, “I’ll check on her.”

least noticeable. among your mom’s suitors. Turns out she chose right. Why am I telling you this? Go upstairs and do your homework, Lia. Don’t worry about your mom, she’ll

the studio, the window was open, letting the breeze flutter the

desk.

frame wrapped in a lilac dress, which only highlighted her growing frailty. She stared at the brushes and paper that had once

– it had indeed been eighteen years

having her child, she’d turned on the TV to catch a glimpse of a renowned art exhibit and became engrossed. By the time she snapped back to reality, the nanny had vanished, and

one knew how guilty she felt, she blamed herself entirely, which is why