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.

and nagged me. Even Grandma and Auntie Kayla paint her as some clueless small-town nobody. How could

he saw. "I don't buy

was desperate to prove him wrong. "Why don't you believe me? I'm telling the truth. All of these are

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

a different moment,

to make him understand. "If my mom didn't paint them, how else would there be so many

stared at the paintings, stunned into silence.

and replied, "You have nothing left. Stella tore

of her mom's hard work being destroyed made Serena's chest

just the one," Serena replied with a

Serena recognized Grayson the second she saw him. But sadly, it

and he yelled, "Who cares about some stupid painting? I don't even want it! They're ugly!

down the stairs

room. "Take that back! My mom's paintings

worst! How could he keep trash-talking my mom like this? Mom even said

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

screamed back. She didn't care if she