Chapter 972

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