Chapter 679

Herschel felt his eyes sting as he gazed at the painting.

A wave of sorrow crashed over him, leaving his chest tight, as if he could barely

breathe.

Someone nearby noticed and kindly steadied him. "Are you alright, sir?"

"I'm fine." Herschel forced the suffocating feeling down, burying it deep inside.

He managed a smile. "Thank you," he said to the stranger who'd helped him.

The person nodded, then wandered off with their companion to look at other pieces.

But Raymond's father, Weston Carmichael, lingered where he was, lost in thought while staring at the painting titled *Home*. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

When the exhibition ended, it was time for the grand art prize to be announced. Weston's eyes flickered as he thought of his son, but in the end, he decided to stay for the ceremony.

He joined the crowd as everyone filed into the gallery's main hall.

This part of the evening was for the awards. The place buzzed with anticipation. Herschel found a seat at random, settling in among the audience.

gaze landed on someone in the

sat there in a crisp white suit, every strand of hair meticulously

the sight of his back. "That rascal

Herschel could tell tonight

finalists, listing the paintings the visitors

title, a surge of excitement flashed in

shot him odd looks, as if he were some country

sat

the jury's turn to vote. One by

was

up to the stage, he felt a

kept his face composed, but his eyes betrayed his

the award and delivering a short speech, Nigel turned to leave the stage. That's when he caught

he thought he was seeing

hated his painting,

this world. What would he be doing at

illusion. But the

It was really him.

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