Chapter 113

The day after the art exhibition ended, Camila received the promised painting from Emily as a gift.

Sitting at her desk, Camila’s gaze remained fixed on the artwork, a troubled expression on her face. The painting was undoubtedly valuable, and she felt it was too generous a gift to accept. After much deliberation, she carefully cradled the painting and knocked on Connor’s office door.

“Come in,” came Connor’s voice from inside. Camila gently pushed open the door and entered. She approached Connor’s desk and gently placed the painting on it, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mr. Connor.”

Connor looked up, his eyes flashing with surprise as he glanced at the painting on his desk. How did this painting end up here?

This painting was a gift from Ms. Emily, and it’s far too precious,” Camila explained.

Connor’s eyes lingered on the painting, his brow furrowing slightly. He remembered his father joking that this painting was a collaborative effort between him and his son. It was cherished and meant to one day adorn Connor’s child’s room.

Why would his mother give such an important painting to Camila?

given, there was no taking it back. Connor was silent for a moment before looking up

but its value was more than she felt comfortable accepting.

a deep breath and continued, “I tried to decline Ms. Emily’s generosity, but she insisted. Now that I have

her? Tell her I’m very grateful, but I just can’t accept such an

Connor’s voice was thoughtful, almost low. “It was her kind gesture.

“But…”

leave it at that for now. I’ll help you

“Thank you.”

life was being pulled in directions she’d never anticipated, from a humble neighborhood to now living in

a birthday party held by the

these thoughts, her phone rang, snapping her out of her reverie. “Hey, girl!

to a fancy dinner!” Camila

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