Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 833:

Bit by bit, the letters took shape in ink — right there on the paper. And then it was clear to everyone as the long signature revealed itself: “S. S. S.!”

“It’s truly her!” Alice gasped and drew in a shaky breath. Her voice wavered, thick with feelings she hadn’t expected to rise up. “Chris,” she said softly, “I think your mother used the name Sophie S. Schrader when she painted. Isn’t that right?”

“How would you know that?” Chris asked, his voice rough and strained. He locked eyes with Alice, stunned, barely able to process what he was hearing. “Did you… actually know my mother?”

“Of course!” Alice gave a firm nod, her eyes glowing with emotion. “And it wasn’t just me — lots of collectors here, even the curator, knew your mother. Honestly, she was a legend to many of us.”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence before the room broke into a buzz of excitement.

“Surely you all haven’t forgotten who she is?” Alice turned to face the crowd, lifting the notebook with Chris’ handwriting high above her head. She raised her voice. “This signature — doesn’t it say it all?”

“I just thought the woman in Maia’s painting looked familiar!” someone called out. “She seemed a bit younger than I remember, but now it’s clicking. That woman in Maia’s painting is the brilliant artist who once took all of Otruitho by storm fifteen years ago, and then disappeared like smoke — Sophia S. Schrader!”

the quiet, loud and striking like a lightning bolt out of nowhere. Her eyes darted across the rows — from the stern faces of the judges to the sea of people in the crowd — before finally landing on the senior art masters

The surprise etched on their faces and the swiftness of

snapped to

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟

moved ahead slowly, his voice shaky with disbelief. “Are you really the son of the painter, Sophia

slightly as a dull

his mother suddenly become a legendary figure in

brow, locked eyes with Grover, and gave a small

out of the blue. The signature Chris had just

the blink of an eye, the hall buzzed with gasps and

actually the son of

rang a bell. I should’ve known the moment I saw it — must be my age

You’re telling me Maia painted Sophia S.