Chapter 50

MYKEL

“How did your mother respond to this?” My father’s eyes glittered with unshed tears as he smiled at me.

“She’s one of the reasons why I’m doing this.” I smiled back as I recalled Mom saying to give my father one last chance.

“Thank you. And the baby—”

“I know. You did great, Dru.” I gripped his shoulder.

“Thanks, son.” He slapped my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“I got to go and check on Adley.”

I found her standing in front of a massive painting with a Champagne in her grip with her serious look, scrutinizing it.

“Do you like that?” I wrapped my arm around her waist.

“Intrigue.”

The more I looked at the painting, the longer it became a familiar face. It was like an illusion. I was not an art connoisseur, but the techniques and the details made sense. “Do you see what I see?”

“I think your brother is amazing.” She sipped her champagne.

“I tried hard not to take offense on that. But yeah. It’s impressive.”

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