Chapter 963 This Was Painted by Master Lambert


    Violet thought to herself. I can tell why Mr. Lambert is so dumbfounded. He probably had no idea he


    had taken in such an untalented disciple, one who would undoubtedly tarnish his reputation.


    "Lilly is painting!" Violet eximed with a slight smile. "What are you painting?"


    Thinking she was being gentle and amiable, Violet approached to take a closer look. Many people


    would pay a fortune to get their artworks reviewed by Violet, but she would never bother. So, in her


    subconscious, helping critique Lilly''s artwork was a stroke of luck for the young girl.


    "This flower is quite well painted," Violet deliberately praised first. "Under the sunlight, this half of the


    flower appears vibrant, with rich and vivid colors..."


    The painting did not have a distinct style. Anyway, Violet thought it was somewhat childish at first


    nce.


    As Lawrence was about to say something upon hearing Violet''s praise, she continued, "But the other


    half of the flower you painted is so stiff! The lines aren''t smooth at all, like they were drawn by an


    elderly person struggling with Parkinson''s."


    She used that metaphor without thinking as she attempted to be humorous,pletely forgetting


    Lawrence''s current condition.


    Lawrence''s expression immediately changed, bing incredibly gloomy...


    Lilly looked up in surprise. It’s Auntie Violet. Isn’t she Master Lambert’s most excellent disciple? How


    could she not even recognize her teacher''s painting?


    Violet smiled, nning to pat Lilly''s head to appear gentle. However, Lilly tilted her head slightly,


    preventing her from doing so.


    Violet felt a bit awkward andined, "You''re being too sensitive, child. You’re getting angry just


    because I said your painting isn''t good! Your painting has its merits but also its ws. To improve, one


    must be brave enough to ept their shorings, you know?"


    She continued, "There are too many colors here, all mixed up. Nowadays, the general aesthetic leans


    toward something more sophisticated, and having too many colors makes it seem less of that. Although


    the handling of the lighter part is slightly inept, it''s still decently done. It''s just that this half of the flower


    in the darker area is the biggest w of the entire painting. It''s really poorly done... Shall I fix it for you?"


    Violet picked up a brush. Knowing that many people were desperate to have her guide them, she


    believed that she would be able to help a junior out.


    Suddenly, Lawrence''s cold and stern voice sounded, "Violet!"


    It was a painting he had done together with Lilly. Who allowed her to make changes to it?


    Violet was taken aback, and the watercolor on her brush dripped,nding right in the center of that


    flower, instantly ruining the entire painting.


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    Lawrence stared at the canvas, his expression growing even darker.


    Violet started "Mr. Lambert, what''s wrong? Why are you so angry suddenly? I really didn''t mean to ruin


    it."


    Ruining a single painting should be no big deal. I could easily create something more valuable with just


    a few strokes. Is it even necessary for him to get so furious?


    But then, Lilly looked up and said, "Auntie Violet, the half of the flower you''re talking about was actually


    painted by Master Lambert..."


    Violet was shocked to her core, her heart pounding in panic. She quickly said, "Uh... Mr. Lambert, that''s


    not what I meant, I... I really didn''t know, I..."


    She felt regret growing in her heart, ming Lilly for not telling her earlier!


    Lawrence was not in the mood to paint anymore and waved his hand, saying, "What are you doing


    here? I already made it clear to you that day!"


    After the celebratory banquet, he sought out Violet immediately and exined directly to her that


    Anthony already has a family, and if she continued whatever she was doing and break someone else''s


    family apart, he would cut ties with her.


    But Violet did not listen to his words and showed no signs of changing her ways. In his anger,


    Lawrence stopped acknowledging her as his disciple.


    Violet said with grievance, "Mr. Lambert, you really misunderstood me. I just think of Mr. Anthony as a


    friend.”


    Just then, David and an elderlydy walked into the garden, chatting andughing, followed by Gilbert.


    The elderlydy exuded elegance and had a refined appearance. Time had left its mark on her, but it


    had also bestowed upon her more grace and charm. Although her face showed signs of aging, one


    could tell that she was a beauty back in her younger days.


    Mrs. Crawford?


    Violet was momentarily stunned, feeling a surge of immense joy. Today, she had decided on impulse to


    appearance and show his support during its closing. Never did she imagine that Lawrence would not


    show up.


    Violet believed that Lawrence must have misunderstood her that day, so she hade early today to


    exin.


    But she never expected to meet Bettany here!


    She had only been thinking about finding an opportunity to meet Bettany, and now it had presented


    itself before her.


    This is fate!


    "Who is this?" Violet quickly brushed aside the stray strands of hair behind her ear, maintaining her


    etiquette as she looked at David with grace and gentleness.


    David sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere. He looked at Lilly, then at his father.


    Lawrence sneered, "Did I really misunderstand something?”


    He criticized Violet for trying to convince him that everything was a misunderstanding, but she was


    putting up an act when she met Anthony’s mother.


    In a disappointed tone, he looked at Violet and said, "Violet, I raised you to shine brightly even when


    you’re standing by yourself, not to use it as leverage to be someone''s mistress!"


    Lawrence''s words were blunt,cking any hint of subtlety.


    Lilly quickly interjected, “No, that’s not right! Being a mistress means being with someone who is


    already married, right? But my uncle and Auntie Violet have absolutely no rtionship!"


    In other words, even if Violet wanted to be a mistress, her uncle would never be interested in her!


    Violet''s face immediately flushed red. With Bettany right in front of her, neither the elderly nor the young


    cared about protecting her image.


    What is Mr. Lambert doing? Has he gone mad?