Chapter 904 - 898: The Reversal Arrives 2

Chapter 904: Chapter 898: The Reversal Arrives 2

Aaron looked at him, pain flickering in his eyes. "Master, do you not believe me either?"

"Jay, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that the facts are right in front of us. I’m old, but not so far gone that I’ve lost my wits. Just be honest with everyone—how did that painting of yours come about?"

He answered seriously once more, "Master, that really is my painting. I painted what I imagined a beautiful baby would look like, and with that conviction I completed it."

"Heh."

Tiana Thorne laughed again.

Then she lightly arched a brow. "Mr. Jennings, since you were imagining how beautiful a baby could be, how did you end up rendering the mood of the painting so desolate?"

"Exactly. That painting made me see the hardship of life, whereas Mr. Castle’s painting here is what true beauty looks like."

Aaron was still trying to argue his way out. "You just don’t understand."

Tiana asked, "You mean just by imagining a beautiful baby, you produced this painting?"

Aaron continued to reply with a straight face, "Of course. And also, life is short—that’s why this work turned out the way it did."

Heh.

So after her reminder, he’d tacked on another layer of explanation.

Vincent Ford spoke up. He looked at the painting in front of him, his eyes full of stars, and said word by word, "I spent ten years completing this painting."

Ten years...

My God!

He actually worked on it for ten years.

No wonder it’s so beautiful, every single detail so intoxicating.

Robert Miller couldn’t help but sigh. After a long moment, he asked, "Ten years—you’ve been painting it for ten years. Just now you said you’re giving this painting to someone important. So the baby girl in the painting, she really exists?"

"Mm."

Everyone’s hearts clenched. For one person to paint another for ten years—what kind of meaning does that carry, and how could anyone else be allowed to steal it?

And that is why the always low-key Mr. Castle has publicly revealed his identity.

It wasn’t that no one had ever stolen Mr. Castle’s paintings before, but in the past it was his assistant who stepped out to retrieve them.

This time, he came forward personally, because the person in the painting is especially precious to him.

At this moment Vincent Ford sank into his memories and said softly, "At first, I just wanted to record her every expression. It was only after three years of sketching that I thought of making a single painting for her."

No one interrupted him; they listened to this rare and cherished experience.

Especially Tiana Thorne. She suddenly felt: what did she ever do to deserve being so dearly cherished by her brothers in this life?

"At the beginning, I drew a lot of different pieces. All those paintings mean a great deal to me. Even the ruined drafts, I never threw away."

At the same time, his assistant Sinclair Fletcher arrived, and behind him were Julian Ford and Maxim Ford, both carrying thick stacks of drawing paper in their arms.

When she saw them, Tiana’s heart leapt with joy.

The assistant placed these drawings into the glass case, displaying them for everyone to see.

Some showed a teenage boy holding a baby girl; some, an exquisitely beautiful woman; others, a man of extraordinary bearing.

Everyone could recognize them.

They were Graham Ford and Rouge Jarvis; it wasn’t hard to guess that those boys were the couple’s sons.

Tiana looked at these paintings, one after another, all of which she had never seen before. The little carefree fox spirit who used to just play her way through life suddenly felt moved; the tip of her nose stung and her eyes grew red.

Perhaps it was precisely because of Third Brother’s words that her brothers had never forgotten her.

Vincent Ford’s lips moved, his voice tinged with pride. "The baby girl in the painting is my little sister, Tiana Thorne."