The Wrong Woman

Chapter 405

Mila smiled, feeling happy that she could help Sienna. She had long set aside her worries about Fenna and Nathan.

As Sienna was about to enjoy her pie, she asked, “Wanda, I read in the news that one of your paintings is valued at millions of dollars. Is that true?”

Mila’s gentle smile lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, some of them are, but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the more common pieces.”

Sienna was puzzled. “Why are they priced so high?”

Mila let out a sigh. “Art certainly requires talent, but it’s often driven by hype and the influence of fame.

“When I first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces. for an astounding two million dollars.

“However, I donated the entire amount to schools in rural areas. That’s when I suddenly gained overnight fame, and things just took off from there.”

Sienna chimed in, “That’s why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with collectible value. People have even started studying your style and making replicas of your artworks.”

Mila nodded in response.

As Sienna savored her pie, she mused, “The world of the wealthy is something I’ll never truly grasp, but I envy you for having a father who loves you deeply.”

Mila stole a glance at Sienna, detecting a touch of melancholy and sorrow in her eyes as she mentioned her father.

“Sienna, how has your father been doing health–wise?” Mila asked.

“My father passed away last month,” Sienna revealed, her voice trembling with emotion as she lowered her head.

Mila was taken aback, unsure of how to offer comfort in such a moment.

Having spent all her savings on treatment and accumulating debts, Sienna’s father finally underwent surgery. Things seemed to be looking up when, unexpectedly, he passed away.

Misfortune always appeared to target those already struggling with difficulties, underscoring the harsh reality of dealing with terminal illnesses.

Mila gently clasped Sienna’s hand, expressing her sympathy as she apologized. Sienna responded with her brightest and most resilient smile, gently shaking her head to convey that everything was okay.

was all

a moment of contemplation, Mila changed the topic. “Sienna, were you a volunteer counselor at a

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painting.

crowd of spectators kept growing.

artist Inkwell was offering complimentary paintings, resulting in Sienna’s products

people flocked to Sienna’s stall, eager to purchase anything just so

dollars, 1000 dollars, 10000 dollars. I’ll buy anything, just let me get a free painting,” they pleaded.

underestimated Inkwell’s fame. Even the tables and chairs from her stall were swiftly

free paintings surged and many were left empty–handed, it caught the attention

the entire street, boosting the businesses of all the

she became a

Free Paintings at

restaurant, Mila enjoyed every bite of the shepherd’s pie that Sienna had kindly

through her phone, still trying to process what

always known Mila was talented, but witnessing firsthand the impact of someone truly exceptional was beyond her wildest imagination.

make today?” Mila

swallowing. “Well, I only had a few hundred dollars. worth of merchandise, but I earned over

at me. They even took the box where I kept my change and paid me a hundred just for that battered box,”

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help Sienna. She had

the news that one of your paintings is

lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, some of them are, but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the

are they priced

certainly requires talent, but it’s often driven by hype and the

first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces for an astounding two million

amount to schools in rural areas. That’s when I suddenly gained overnight fame, and things just took

why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with

nodded in

Sienna savored her pie, she mused, “The world of the wealthy is something I’ll never truly grasp, but

glance at Sienna, detecting a touch of melancholy and sorrow in her eyes as

been doing