Chapter 827:

His cold fingers reached for hers, clasping them tightly. “Your painting… it brought her back. My mother’s face, her voice — memories I thought were gone forever.”

His eyes softened, holding Maia’s. “Thank you, Maia. Truly.”

Joy sparked in Maia’s expression, her heart swelling. She had not anticipated that her portrait could unlock such a gift.

“This is incredible,” she said, her voice bright. “We should get you to a doctor later, just to be safe. You might be on the mend.”

Chris’ brow furrowed, curiosity overriding his pain. “But how did you do it?” He leaned closer, his voice low. “You never met her. How could you paint her so perfectly?”

The question hung in the air, and the crowd leaned in, their curiosity palpable. How had Maia captured a woman she had never known?

settled over the

Maia spoke in a relaxed tone, her lips curling slightly into a

again, strolled over with measured steps, and gave his face a thorough once-over, taking in

all over your face.” As she said this, she lifted her hand and motioned toward him. “In many families, daughters often inherit their looks from their fathers,

of your face as my guide. Then, by flipping the traits and imagining them with feminine touches, I built a picture of what your mother might have looked like.

grew still, as if the air itself paused. Then, all at once, gasps filled the room, followed by an

????

a mother’s face just by studying her son? That sounds like some kind of

face by reading tiny clues. If Maia pulled this off, then her grasp

this is what true talent looks like? I’m

Most forensic sketches only capture a rough idea, but hers looks incredibly real — like the woman was sitting right there in front of her. It’s more like a photo than a

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