The Wrong Woman

Chapter 42

Feeling quite touched, Suzanne turned to look up at Nathan, who stood next to her. He was only six feet tall, yet he exhibited a powerful air that made him look reliable and dependable.

Sally approached Vera with a paper tube in hand. She flashed her a smile before saying, "Grandma, I'm Sally Hoffis. Do you still remember me?"

Vera's smile slowly faded away as she narrowed her eyes in response. Of course, she'd always remember that homewrecker's stupid face.

"Not really," Vera replied lightly.

Sally didn't mind that answer at all. It was completely normal for Vera to forget her, seeing as she had Alzheimer's.

She couldn't care less about what Vera thought. All she wanted to do was steal the thunder at the birthday banquet so that she could leave an even more flawless impression on Nathan and the Morrisons.

Sally wanted to amaze everyone in the banquet hall with both her beauty and her compassion for Vera.

"Bring them in!" she ordered loudly.

A few housekeepers moved a few tables into the banquet hall upon receiving the order. After that, they joined the tables together.

Everyone was perplexed, to say the least.

Sally then unscrewed the lid of the paper tube and took a roll of thick paper out. She asked for Wendy's help in unfurling the paper and placing it on the row of tables, which was estimated to be six feet and five inches long.

Just like that, a breathtaking ink wash painting was revealed for all to see. Countless guests were astonished to see the painting.

Sally walked over to help Vera to her feet. 'Grandma, I know you love Sunterland's traditional culture. You also love collecting classical and vintage items. Also, you have a soft spot for ink wash paintings.

"I've put in so much effort just to bid for this painting at an auction. It's an actual painting named 'An Ole to Fall', and it happens to be a masterpiece created by a famous modern artist named Inkwell. I hope that you'll lead a long, blessed, and healthy life."

All of the guests attending the banquet were wealthy, to begin with. Therefore, it was only natural for them to know a thing or two about antique trading and painting collections.

When they heard that Inkwell was the painter of the masterpiece, they crowded around the painting to study it closely. Clearly, they were all interested in the painting.

Sally knew Vera very well. As expected, Vera's interest in the painting was piqued. The smile on her face began spreading as she studied the long painting seriously.

Inkwell was extremely skilled, that was for sure. Even though black ink was the only medium used in this painting, she was able to bring the painting depicting the essence of fall to life.

A blend of elements could be seen adorning the paper, including nature, the setting sun, a stretch of maple trees in the distance, a small boat, as well as a ferryman wearing a long coat.

The painting was so beautiful that one might think they were transported inside it.

At that moment, an elderly guest, who was passionate about collecting famous paintings as well, exclaimed in amazement, "Goodness gracious, this artwork really is one of Inkwell's actual paintings!"

He added, 'The value of her most expensive painting has increased to 50 million dollars! All of her artwork is worth collecting!"

The only artist I know is Van Gogh. Who's Inkwell?" someone asked curiously.

Excited by the prospect of showing off her knowledge, Sally gushed, 'Inkwell is the most famous young painter in Sunterland. The way she paints is very unique, as she only streams her painting process on the Internet.

"Whenever she finishes a painting, she'll conduct an online auction right away. The profits she's earned from her paintings will be donated to various charity organizations in full.

"No one has ever seen Inkwell's face before. All she reveals are just her hands and her paintbrush, yet she's able to rise as a legend of the new era.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Inkwell has never sought out fame nor fortune, not to mention the money she's eamed so far has been given away to charity. Hence, countless charity organizations constantly shower her with praise and admiration.

This is how Inkwell became world-famous overnight. People buy her paintings not just to collect them, but they also wish to make their own contributions to charity so that they can spread more love and warmth to the whole world as well."

Suzanne was an art lover as well, so she was fairly interested in the painting. After walking around the painting and studying it for some time, she returned to her original spot.

Just then, Vera approached her and murmured, "Chubs, do you think the painting is beautiful?'

Suzanne nodded seriously in response. "Yes. The essence is there, but..."

She was hesitant to continue speaking.

Vera prodded gently, "It's fine. Just speak your mind."

Suzanne mumbled into Vera's ear, "Grandma, I don't think this painting is authentic.

It must be an imitation."

Vera widened her eyes in shock. She exclaimed loudly on purpose, "What? It's an imitation?"