Chapter 502


    The reunion between a mother and daughter who hadn’t seen each other for many years should have


    been exceedingly touching. However, even Isabelle herself could sense the distance between us. Not


    only did her feeble constion and words that cut me to the quick fail to reduce the distance between


    us, but they had blood gushing from my wound instead.


    After she had left, and the family had an addition of a stepmother and her daughter, how good would


    my life be as a child with no mother? Had she never considered all that? I just wanted a hug from her


    and for her to tell me how much she missed me and console me for having suffered in her absence


    while sobbing. But she didn’t say that to me. She merely uttered vapid words of how Nathan took good


    care of me!


    I didn’t stay at the party. Christopher keptforting me after returning to the hotel, but I remained


    despondent.


    “Since you missed her so much, why didn’t you talk to her nicely? You really should have kept a tight


    rein on your temper. Look, you only caused yourself to be so crestfallen and regretful instead. I’ve truly


    pampered you too much,” Christophermented with a sigh as he hugged me.


    “Perhaps I expected too much.” I rubbed my red and swollen eyes before forcing a chuckle. “Chris, I


    really wanted to throw myself into her arms and exim for joy that I’ve finally found her and now have


    a mother at longst. But I truly couldn’t bring myself to do so anymore at her feeble words of


    constion. Do you think I went overboard?”


    “You only did something many people will do, so it’s human nature. When you see her next time, talk to


    her nicely.”


    Talk to her nicely? I inwardly heaved a sigh. I’m afraid that I might not know what to say to her.


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    “She might still put in an appearance at the party tomorrow, somunicate with her properly then.”


    “Okay,” I answered wanly. Instead of anticipating meeting her again, I was instead filled with


    apprehension.


    On the second day of the party, a charity auction was held at the Pgic Museum. Ansley donated an


    old painting from his collection and dered that he would be channeling the proceeds from the auction


    of the painting to impoverished areas. Likewise, the rest of us could also donate the proceeds from the


    auction of our paintings to the country on the spot.


    Entering the banquet hall with Christopher, we sat in the seats arranged by the organizer. I immediately


    started searching the ce, but I saw no signs of my mother. Instead, I only saw Mark sitting in the


    frontmost seat alone.


    “That’s the patriarch of the Goldstein family, yes?” I asked Christopher.


    Christopher cast a nce at the elegant man in front before nodding. “Yup, he’s Lucas’ uncle and has


    been recuperating in Anndur all these years. Rumor has it that his health isn’t all that great.”


    “Does he have any children?” I inquired in a whisper. Would I have other siblings? If Mom has other


    children, I think I’d be a good sister.


    “There haven’t been any rumors about that matter,” Christopher exined.


    Back then, there was a very fierce internal strife in the Goldstein family in a bid to vie for power. In the


    end, the position of the patriarch fell to Mark. His uncles, who fought him for the position, all ended up


    in bad shape. It was said that his poor health was due to someone else setting him up. For that reason,


    he entrusted Lucas’ father to manage the Goldstein family.”


    Perhaps I was staring too hard that Mark abruptly turned and looked at me. Then, he even shed me


    an amicable smile and beckoned at me, saying, “Why don’t youe over and sit here?”


    Forcing a smile, I politely declined.


    I was looking forward to my mother’s appearance the entire night, but she never turned up. Finally, I


    gave up.


    The host of the auction was skilled at making the atmosphere lively. As such, painting after painting


    was auctioned off at high prices. Just then, the host on the stage suddenly cried out, “The next painting


    to be auctioned off is a painting known as Autumnal Panorama, the work of Hawen’s new school artist,


    Crystal Yates! She’s an apprentice of Oliver Horne, and Mr. Horne has had high praises for this


    painting! Now, let’s all enjoy the autumnal feeling of the painting…”