Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

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

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

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

and motioned toward him. “In many families, daughters often inherit their looks from their fathers, while sons usually favor their mothers. It’s not a strict rule, of course, but it holds true more often

spun around, pointed to her painting, and continued, “I took the structure 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. Looking

itself paused. Then, all at once, gasps

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paint a mother’s face just

reading tiny clues. If Maia pulled this off, then her grasp of facial anatomy is out

this is what true talent looks like? I’m honestly blown

a rough idea, but hers looks incredibly real — like