Violet thought to herself. I can tell why Mr. Lambert is so dumbfounded. He probably had no idea he had taken in such an untalented disciple, one who would undoubtedly tarnish his reputation.

“Lilly is painting!” Violet exclaimed with a slight smile. “What are you painting?”

Thinking she was being gentle and amiable, Violet approached to take a closer look. Many people would pay a fortune to get their artworks reviewed by Violet, but she would never bother. So, in her subconscious, helping critique Lilly’s artwork was a stroke of luck for the young girl.

“This flower is quite well painted,” Violet deliberately praised first. “Under the sunlight, this half of the flower appears vibrant, with rich and vivid colors…”

The painting did not have a distinct style. Anyway, Violet thought it was somewhat childish at first glance.

As Lawrence was about to say something upon hearing Violet’s praise, she continued, “But the other half of the flower you painted is so stiff! The lines aren’t smooth at all, like they were drawn by an elderly person struggling with Parkinson’s.”

She used that metaphor without thinking as she attempted to be humorous, completely forgetting Lawrence’s current condition.

Lawrence’s expression immediately changed, becoming incredibly gloomy…

Lilly looked up in surprise. It’s Auntie Violet. Isn’t she Master Lambert’s most excellent disciple? How could she not even recognize her teacher’s painting?

Violet smiled, planning to pat Lilly’s head to appear gentle. However, Lilly tilted her head slightly, preventing her from doing so.

Violet felt a bit awkward and complained, “You’re being too sensitive, child. You’re getting angry just because I said your painting isn’t good! Your painting has its merits but also its flaws. To improve, one must be brave enough to accept their shortcomings, you know?”

She continued, “There are too many colors here, all mixed up. Nowadays, the general aesthetic leans toward something more sophisticated, and having too many colors makes it seem less of that. Although the handling of the lighter part is slightly inept, it’s still decently done. It’s just that this half of the flower in the darker area is the biggest flaw of the entire painting. It’s really poorly done… Shall I fix it for you?”

to have her guide them, she believed that

and stern voice sounded,

together with Lilly. Who allowed her to make

taken aback, and the watercolor on her brush dripped, landing right in

canvas, his expression

Lambert, what’s wrong? Why are you so angry suddenly? I really didn’t mean to ruin

could easily create something more valuable

of the flower you’re talking about was actually painted by

heart pounding in panic. She quickly said, “Uh… Mr. Lambert, that’s not what I meant, I… I

heart, blaming Lilly for not

his hand, saying, “What are you doing here? I

a family, and if she continued whatever she was doing and break someone else’s family apart, he would cut

his words and showed no signs of changing her ways. In his anger, Lawrence stopped acknowledging her as his

Lambert, you really misunderstood me. I just think of

an elderly lady walked into the garden, chatting and

bestowed upon her more

Mrs. Crawford?

a surge of immense joy. Today, she had decided on impulse to come here. Her art exhibition had ended yesterday, and she had planned for

believed that Lawrence must have misunderstood her that

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