Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 5

It was already dark out when Clara got home. She went to her art studio to look around. After all, her paintings for her university admission were still incomplete. Clara had just arrived at the door when she saw a housekeeper rearranging the interior and cleaning the space.

Clara's easel, which originally sat next to the window, had vanished. In its place was an expensive imported piano.

There were no traces of her art and paint supplies. They were replaced with Ivy's music scores and other belongings. "Where are my paintings?" Clara asked the housekeeper, her voice trembling.

Those art pieces weren't just her prized possessions. Among them was one specific painting-the last thing her mother had painted before dying. Clara's parents perished on their way back from the countryside. They had gone there to look for inspiration for Clara's mother's paintings. Clara's grandmother blamed these paintings as the reason for Clara's father's death. So, she burned all of Clara's mother's art pieces.

One painting survived because Clara lunged into the flames and burned her hands to save it. It was the last thing she had of her mother's.

Clara cherished the painting a lot. Even Wren wouldn't dare touch it back then. However, it was missing now.

The housekeeper bore a nervous expression after seeing that Clara was on the verge of tears. She was unsure how to respond when someone spoke up from behind, "You're back, Clara."

Ivy held a score sheet and smilingly entered the room. She only snapped out of her smugness after realizing Clara was crying. Right away, she put on an apologetic front.

She said, "Sorry for hogging your studio. Wren told me this room's spacious and has the best lighting, so it's the perfect place to be my piano room. He's allowed me to move into this room to practice for my upcoming piano competition." Clara stepped closer to Ivy. "Where are my paintings?"

"Oh, those paintings?" Ivy smiled sweetly. "Wren said they weren't important and told me to do whatever I pleased with them. So, I asked the housekeepers to throw them away." Clara's eyes widened in disbelief, and her entire body trembled. Wren knew how important that painting was to her. However, he allowed Ivy to get rid of it to make her happy. "Are you alright, Clara?" Ivy asked.

Clara's head snapped upward just then. She grabbed Ivy's outreached hand. Her eyes reddened as she loudly questioned, "Where have you thrown my paintings? Give them back!" "You're hurting me, Clara." Ivy frowned due to the pain and deliberately said, "They're in the outdoor bins. There's no telling if the garbage truck has already cleared the bins..." Clara shoved Ivy away before running outside at once.

It was drizzling outdoors, but Clara dared not delay things any longer. She dug through each garbage bin one after the other. Finally, she found the discarded paintings in a bin near the villa. Unfortunately, all the paintings were destroyed. The oil pigments had bled all over the place.

made of her and Wren looked the worst. Her face got smeared with black paint. It was like someone had taken their anger out on her, and her

looked around until she found her mother's painting. Luckily, it sat beneath all the other paintings and was safe from the rain. It only had a slight stain from the other bleeding pigments. Now that Clara had found what she lost, she hugged it tightly as she walked home in the rain. Her humiliation at that moment couldn't

passed the art studio, she saw Wren hugging Ivy with concern. He softly spoke while trying to cheer

and saw Clara,

of the painting as she tensely entered the room. All eyes were

Clara when she saw the latter was drenched. She was about to speak

the one who let Ivy move into the art studio.

I had left of my mom!" Clara stared straight at Wren with reddened eyes. She refused to let the matter slide as she

briefly. "It's not like Ivy knew about it. You shouldn't blame her! Apologize to Ivy at once, and I can pretend like this

Clara

Wren's face darkened.

twice, even though we've just announced our kids' marriage. Do Clara and Katrina not want us here? How about Ivy and I move out instead?" "Nonsense! I'd like to see who would dare kick

caring about her feelings. He snapped, "Look at how you've

Ivy and Shirley at once, or I'll withdraw your shares

always known about Carlisle's partialness toward Shirley. Yet, she never imagined Carlisle would threaten her with the company because of

felt ridiculous for fighting

in Katrina's pale expression. She had gotten Katrina in trouble

her." Ivy stepped up to play the good girl role after feeling satisfied with how things had progressed. "You're much more considerate than Clara," Carlisle praised Ivy before glowering at Katrina once more. "Come with

Katrina gave a comforting pat on Clara's hand to

Wren, Ivy, and Clara remained

might actually get mad at you if it happens again." Ivy acted like a

It's just... the elderflower tree