The Wrong Woman

Nathan and Cameron followed the sound to the living room, only to find it empty. They realized the noise was coming from Mila's studio and hurried over to see what was happening. The door was left open. The studio was filled with paintings hanging on the walls and some propped against the floor.

Fenna crouched down, feigning nervousness as she attempted to lift a sizable painting from the ground. She said sheepishly, "Sorry, Nate. I accidentally knocked over this painting."

Nathan's face darkened, while Cameron hurried to help Fenna lift the painting. Yet, as they lifted it, Cameron's complexion drained of color, and he stood frozen in disbelief.

On the four-foot square wooden board lay a portrait painted by Mila, depicting her family of three. However, it was marred by splatters of black ink.

Cameron's voice rang out in dismay. "How could you damage someone else's painting?"

Fenna's expression fell as she gestured toward the spilled ink on the floor, explaining, "I didn't mean to. I was just exploring and accidentally bumped into this painting. It fell and knocked over the ink on the floor."

Cameron nervously glanced at the spilled ink, then shifted his gaze to Nathan's somber visage. "Nate, I'm truly sorry. How can we make this right with the painting?"

Nathan's hands were tucked in his pockets as his expression soured, his anger simmering. He had no idea Mila was painting a family portrait of them in the studio, let alone see the finished painting. And now it was ruined.

carefulness and

"Fenna is 26, not

it's my fault. I was just being careless," Fenna

on purpose? You know the truth," Nathan

gaze falling sadly upon the painting

time, and it was difficult to imagine the effort

home. His expression hardened as he spoke

was taken aback.

tone became sharper. "The painting you destroyed is worth at least

understand you're upset, but seriously? I didn't

this is

for tens of millions at auction and is showcased in museums. Why would