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?”

her guide them, she

and stern voice sounded,

a painting he had done together with Lilly. Who allowed her to make changes to

taken aback, and the watercolor on her brush dripped, landing right in the center of that flower, instantly ruining

canvas, his

wrong? Why are you so angry suddenly? I really didn’t

create something more valuable with just a few strokes. Is

then, Lilly looked up and said, “Auntie Violet, the half of

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

regret growing in her heart, blaming Lilly for not telling

mood to paint anymore and waved his hand, saying,

to her that Anthony already has a family, and if she continued whatever she was doing and break someone else’s

listen to his words and showed no signs of changing

really misunderstood me. I just think of Mr. Anthony as

then, David and an elderly lady walked into the garden, chatting

had also bestowed upon her more grace and charm. Although her face showed signs of aging, one could tell that she was a beauty back in her younger

Mrs. Crawford?

and she had planned for Lawrence to make

that day, so she had come early

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