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Jay was forced to shift his gaze to the portrait...

Apart from her skillful brushwork, there was not one single merit in her portrait sketch. When viewed separately, the person's facial features were that of God's masterpiece, though when they were put together the result could be said to be that of a scene of a car accident.

This certainly did not reflect Angeline's standard.

Jay shook his head, pushing back all the complicated thoughts in his mind.

How absurd. How could a rough and shameless woman like Rose be the perfect and beautiful Angeline whom he had taught?

Even professional art students would feel a deep sense of shame when they laid eyes on Angeline's artwork.

Taking a second look at Rose's portrait now, it was as if she was trying to draw a flying eagle with its wings outstretched but ended up handing in a drawing of a chick pecking rice instead.

Jay figured that he must have hit his head or gone blind, or maybe he just missed Angeline too much. Maybe that was why he had such a bizarre and absurd illusion.

"Just go!" Jay's head was a mess. He needed to calm down.

Rose made a break for it as though she was given a general pardon.

bundles of joy to Jay and said in high spirits, "Jay, your little munchkins made me look really good today.

stuck the portrait in his hand into Josephine's face and said, "If I'm not mistaken,

a crush on Zayne a few years back, she encouraged me to pursue Zayne but

immature and melodramatic love story. He cut her off straight away. "She sent Rose to Sean's room today. This is one scheming woman right here. It's

"Oh God. Rose wasn't bullied,

an unhurried tone, "She has never been better. Gave Sean a beating

her extreme admiration

from the ground and pouted. "This

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"I'm not saying that the person in the portrait is ugly. I was referring

to sow dissension between both mother and son. Making no attempts to hide anything, he said, "Your mother drew

cried out in disbelief, "Since when has Mommy

demeanor when she was drawing flashed across Jay's mind. He could not help but frown. Was

Mommy very good at drawing?"

face, "Of course. Mommy's paintings

that could be sold was no doubt a masterpiece. However, the 'chick pecking rice' portrait in his hand could not