The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 38

When Grayson climbed up to the attic, he was surprised to find it transformed into an art studio. Paintings were everywhere on the walls, the floor, even stuffed into cabinets. The sheer beauty of the artwork left him stunned and rooted to the spot as he took it all in.

"What are you doing here?" Serena's voice snapped him out of his daze. He turned to see the tiny figure with crossed arms looking suspiciously at him from behind.

"Who painted these?" Grayson asked, gesturing at the paintings.

Serena gave him a look, her tone sharp. "My mom did. Why?"

Grayson froze for a second, his expression shifting to one of disbelief. Then he frowned and scoffed, "She? Seriously?"

He couldn't wrap his head around it. 'No way that's true,' he thought. 'I've never seen her pick up a paintbrush.'

"Of course she does," Serena shot back, her chin tilting up in defiance. She pointed around the room with

a small sweep of her arm and explained, "All of them are my mom's work. She's amazing. Loads of people want to buy her pieces."

But Paisley never sold her paintings. She only gave them away.

spinning with thoughts. 'Could all this really be that woman's work? She's just a housewife, someone who cooked and nagged me. Even Grandma and Auntie Kayla paint her as some clueless small-town nobody. How could she

he still refused to admit what he saw. "I don't buy it," he said, his tone

telling the truth. All of these are Mom's work!" She pointed toward a corner of the room and added, "Look, those are all

section full of paintings of a little girl at different ages: a newborn with closed eyes, a baby learning to crawl, a toddler

a different moment, preserving her life in vivid,

Serena said, her voice rising as she tried to make him understand. "If

paintings, stunned into silence. Without thinking, he blurted out, "What about

head and replied, "You

her mom's hard work being destroyed made Serena's chest tighten with

the one," Serena replied with

it could be seen upon entering the room. That was why Serena recognized Grayson the second she saw him. But sadly, it was gone now... Grayson searched the room to look through the paintings, but there wasn't a single

boiled over, and he yelled, "Who cares about some stupid painting?

bolted down the

cut him off in the living room. "Take that back! My mom's paintings are not ugly!" Her face was flushed with anger now, and her hands balled into

thought, 'Grayson is the worst! How could he keep trash-talking my mom like this? Mom even said he was my big brother. I don't want a brother like

her paintings are even uglier!" Grayson yelled, his voice rising to drown out the storm of feelings he couldn't control. Tears prickled his eyes

My mom's the most beautiful woman in the world!" Serena screamed back. She didn't care