At that moment, Sylvia's cry drew a response."Mommy!" Isabel's loud voice sounded, and she scurried out like a gust of wind.Immediately after that, Liam and Aunt Tonya, who was carrying Flint, also came out.Sylvia first hugged Isabel, kissing her chubby face a few times, then took Liam into her arms and did the same to him and Flint.Flint giggled at all the kisses.Isabel and Liam were confused, obviously not expecting Sylvia to kiss them so fiercely as soon as she came back. However, they were only stunned for a few seconds before smiling silently.At that moment, Odell's tall figure walked over.Isabel's eyes lit up as she ran to him. "Bad Daddy!"Odell picked her up with one hand and walked over."Aah!" Flint, who was in Sylvia's arms, also seemed to miss his father and immediately reached out his chubby little hand toward Odell.Odell carried him with his other hand.Seeing the two children being held by their father, Sylvia subconsciously looked at Liam. The little
Sylvia played with the three little ones until the evening.In the evening, Isabel and Liam both had a piano lesson. Aunt Tonya brought Flint to bed.Sylvia went to the third floor by herself. There was a big room with three walls facing the sun.At this time of the day, the orange sunset slanted from the west and landed on the neat and clean table, the floor, and the painting and carving tools on the table.Aunt Tonya had told her about this place, saying that it was a workshop specially prepared for her.Although Sylvia had no memory of this place, she had a familiar feeling as soon as she stepped inside. She could not help but look at the complete sets of painting tools, and the two paintings hanging on the wall.The paintings were framed. Both of them were landscapes, and the artist's signature stamp on the bottom read: Sunflower. The signature stamp was placed in a box in a corner of the table.Sylvia lifted her hand to touch it, but when she remembered that one of these th
Odell looked at her with a stern gaze. "You're not allowed to carve anymore. Wait until your hand is better."Sylvia pursed her lips.Odell frowned again as his expression turned cold. It was clear that his words were not up for discussion, so she had no choice but to put down the carving knife and stood up.He held one of her hands and led her outside.When she passed the painting area, she could not help but glance at the two paintings again.Odell noticed her gaze and looked over."Odell, did I really paint those two paintings?"He looked at her and pursed his lips. "Yeah.""I'm really amazing."He held back a smile and said, "If you feel your hands itch, you can paint for the next few days and continue carving when your hands are better."Sylvia hesitated. "I'd rather not."The reason why she could carve so smoothly was most likely because she used to carve erasers for fun when she was in school. However, the two paintings in front of her were in no way something that sh
Half an hour later, Sylvia arrived at a pedestrian street near the Art Academy.The street architecture and installations exuded a vintage and scholarly feel. Various stores were interspersed with the galleries and several small art stores, among which were two sculpting studios.Sylvia went in for a stroll.Some of the carvings were not very skillful, but they had a distinct design. Sylvia bought two trinkets to carry in her hand and then continued to stroll inside.Unknowingly, she reached the end of the street and entered an open painting exhibition.In front of her was a moderately-sized square filled with paintings of all kinds.Sylvia was confused for a moment, but her steps did not stop as she walked toward the paintings.Some of the paintings were mature, some were childish, some were introspective, and some were cheerful and with a lot of personalities. It did not seem like they were the work of students of the Art Academy. Instead, they looked like they were painted by
The smile was polite and graceful, but it was also condescending.Sylvia felt awkward, so she did not look at the woman and continued to look at Simon instead.Simon also looked her up and down. "Sylvia, why do I feel that something's different about you this time?"Sylvia pursed her lips and was just about to say that she lost her memory when an unpleasant female voice rang out. "Ms. Ross, even if we had some misunderstandings before, you don't have to ignore me, do you?"Lily's expression still maintained its politeness and elegance, but her gaze was cold and contemptuous.The air instantly fell silent.Simon's expression changed, and everyone else was quiet.Sylvia paused and looked at her. "Do we know each other?"The atmosphere froze in an instant.Lily turned ashen. "Sylvia, do you think you can act all high-and-mighty now that you have Master Carter to protect you?"'How dare she talk to me like this in public?! Act high-and-mighty?' Sylvia asked directly, "Do you know
Sylvia ran all the way out of the street.Jacob had been following her from the shadows. When she started to run, he went after her and caught up with her when she finally stopped.He asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Madam? Did you meet someone who wants to harm you?"Sylvia panted from exhaustion. "N.-no.""Then, why are you running?""I met a group of difficult people." Thinking of the young woman who led the group in heckling her earlier, she looked at Jacob and asked, "Do you know who the people who just talked to me were?""I know a few. Except for Ms. Springsteen, the others should be from the Westchester Art Association."'The Art Association? So, the man who was warm and cordial to me earlier was my good friend Simon Foster? As for Ms. Springsteen...'She asked, "Is Ms. Springsteen the woman who stood in front and talked to me?"Jacob responded, "Yes."Sylvia frowned. 'No wonder she was acting strangely toward me. She's Lily Springsteen, the eldest daughter of the Spri
"Then, I came back."Odell smiled and pinched her face, asking, "Why did you suddenly go to see a painting exhibition this afternoon?"Sylvia's eyes flickered. "It's boring just being at home."Odell pursed his lips silently.She looked up at him with glowing eyes. "Can you open the door on the third floor?""Do you want to continue carving?" He looked at her with a sharp gaze.Sylvia hurriedly avoided his sight and said, "I want to paint.""Do you really just want to paint?"She continued to avoid his eyes and hummed.Odell smiled. "Sure. I'll open it tomorrow morning before I leave.""Okay."...The next morning, after Odell left for work, Sylvia arrived on the third floor. She raised her hand and pressed on the door handle.Creak.The door of the room was pushed open.Her eyes lit up and she immediately walked in, going past the painting area to the carving section.After walking to that side, the light in her eyes instantly dimmed.There was not a single carving to
The door to the third floor was open.As soon as he entered, he saw the small painting on the easel.No, to be precise, it was two small circles that seemed to be randomly painted. The rest of it was blank.The brushes were also casually put away, and the paint was not used at all. The surrounding ground was also clean.It was not hard to figure out that she had only stayed here for a short time before leaving.'She still can't paint?'He was silent for a while, turned around, and walked out....Sylvia was woken up by Flint. He did not cry when he woke up, but he kept pressing his head against Sylvia, his little face particularly cute.Sylvia kissed him and carried him to the living room.In the living room, Odell was sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper. Isabel was snuggled up to him, watching a show with the phone in her hand. Liam was sitting on the other side, reading a book.Aunt Tonya and Sebastian were both outside, and the atmosphere was quiet.Then, Isabel n