Chapter 779
"He even borrowed money from me to buy it." Then, the corners of Vincent''s mouth curled up. "If
Morgan were to find out that it''s fake, he would definitely be very sad."
Immediately, ine grabbed his arm and lowered her voice. "Dr. Perkins, don''t tell him that the
painting is fake. Otherwise, he will be very upset."
As he cast a nce at the tiny hand on his arm, his gaze deepened. "But it''s not good to keep
hiding the truth from him too."
For a moment, ine was silent. What Vincent said made sense too. If she were to figure out that
something she loved had always been fake, she would definitely be so disappointed.
But if she were to tell Morgan now, it would be a blow to him, and she could not bear to see it
happen.
However, Vincent loved to see how she was in a dilemma. "Well, it''s all up to you whether to tell or
not to tell."
Confused, ine shook her head. "I don''t know..."
Meanwhile, Vincent waspletely different from his usual self. "You must decide whether to tell or
not to tell."
At that moment, she felt that Dr. Perkins was forcing her because no matter what her decision was,
Morgan would still be unhappy.
Suddenly, Vincent remembered that she had helped the servant to bear the responsibility for the
sake of friendship, and his expression became serious. With a sharp gaze, he lifted her chin and
looked her straight in the eye. "Just now, why did you take the me for someone else when it
wasn''t even you who broke the painting?"
Slightly stunned, she said, "Are you... talking about the matter where I took responsibility for the
servant''s mistake?"
"Yes."
"She was so scared that she almost cried, and I was worried, so I wanted to plead for her."
Was Dr. Perkins upset about it? But why would he be unhappy?
With a sneer, Vincent uttered, "So this is how you have always been at home? Whenever your
brother and sister made a mistake, you''ll take the me just to protect themeven if you didn''t do
anything wrong?"
Then, ine pursed her lips and didn''t say anything.
"You were not the one who caused the injury on your head, right? In fact, it was your brother who
did it." In fact, it wasn''t even a guess, and Vincent was certain about it.
Sometimes, she felt that the way Dr. Perkins looked at things was too sinister.
Immediately, ine avoided his gaze and looked down. "It''s all in the past. I don''t want to talk about
it anymore."
As Vincent retracted his hand, a hint of malice shed across his eyes.
At that moment, Morgan''s voice came from upstairs. "Lunch should be ready by now. Why are you
and Miss Jacob still standing here? Hurry and go have lunch."
Just as ine was about to leave, Vincent''s voice sounded from the top of her head, "Morgan, the
painting of Master ck that you''ve bought was also a fake."
Without warning, his words were a total shock to ine''s ears.
Did he actually betray her just like that?
Both angry and annoyed, ine wondered what kind of person was he? How could he just sell his
teammates out like that?
Angrily, she red at Dr. Perkins.
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With a snort, Vincent turned around and left.
When ine saw that, she was speechless.
If she was not mistaken, the expression on Dr. Perkins''s face just now was obviously saying, "Since
you like to take responsibility so much, then you should continue to bear the responsibility."
Did it mean that Dr. Perkins was angry at her for always helping others to bear the responsibility?
In the meantime, Morgan, who had just headed downstairs, frowned deeply and said, "That''s
impossible!"
Although he said so, his eyes were staring at ine. Obviously, he wanted to hear her tell him that it
was not true.
However, ine sucked at lying, especially toward Morgan. No matter what kind of lie it was, she
just couldn''t bring herself to do it.
As she looked at his gaze that was full of trust, she could only gather the courage to say, "To be
honest, I don''t know whether it is fake, but I do think that there are a few parts in the painting that
doesn''t seem quite right."
Since the painting was still downstairs, Morgan directly brought it over and put it on the table. "Tell
me, which part of it seems weird?"
After ine took a deep breath, she went forward to look at the painting. After a while, she said,
"Mr. ck is a professional at painting flowers and birds. In the early days, most of his works were
mainly flowers and birds. Butter on, he changed his style and started to draw portraits of women."
Immediately, Morgan nodded and said, "You are right about all these things. In fact, I don''t really
fancy Master ck''s paintings of flowers and birds, but I have a strong liking for his portraits of
women. From his portraits of women, I could sense some strong feelings."
"Indeed," As ine agreed, she suddenly said, "Morgan, do you have a magnifying ss?"
Since Morgan loved paintings, he had the habit of carrying a mini magnifying ss with him.
Instantly, he took out a magnifying ss from his pocket and gave it to her.
As she ced the magnifying ss on the face of the woman in the painting. "Morgan, did you
notice anything?"
Slowly, Morgan lowered his head to look, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn''t notice any
w. In fact, the artist was so good at painting that each stroke was perfect, and even the details of
the hair were perfectly drawn.
"Nothing. I didn''t find any ws in it." Then, he stood up and said, "This is Mr. ck''s best painting,
and I can''t seem to notice anything wrong with it."
A smile appeared on ine''s face. "Do you have any other paintings from Mr. ck?" "Of course
not. His paintings are priceless, and I only have this one."
And now he was not sure whether the painting he had, was real.
After ine gave it a thought, she borrowed Morgan''s phone and found Mr. ck''s official website
on the Inte. Then, she found several portraits of women on it. After several rounds of
magnification, she showed them to him.
Then, Morgan wore his sses and looked at them carefully to make aparison with his
painting.
"I still can''t tell what''s wrong..."
At first, he shook his head in confusion. But then, he seemed to have noticed something. Stunned,
he said incredulously, "This is... achrymal mole?"
Finally, he saw it.
With a nod, ine answered, "The fact that Mr. ck suddenly changed his style of painting was to
commemorate histe wife. His wife has a small and light- coloredchrymal mole at the corner of
her eyes. Without a close look, you wouldn''t notice it at all."
"The woman in your painting doesn''t seem to have a mole, so I don''t know if it was Mr. ck who
forgot to add it or was it that the person who copied this painting didn''t notice the detail and forgot to
paint it."
For a long time, Morgan didn''t know what to say because he knew that she was right.
If Mr. ck were tomemorate histe wife, he would not have made such a low-level mistake
in his painting.
As for the paintings on the official website, after Morgan erged each of them, he would find a light
mole at the end of the woman''s eysh.
But the painting that he had did not have that mole.
At that moment, Morgan''s expression was ghastly pale.
Hurriedly, ine put the painting away. "Morgan, you can''t just listen to my opinion. Why don''t we
get some experts to have a look at it? It might be a real painting."
However, he knew that she wasforting him.
After a while, Morgan sighed and said, "Mr. ck has a deep feeling for his deceased wife, and it
could be seen from hister style that when he was drawing the portrait of his deceased wife, so
there is no way that he would''ve missed such details."
Therefore, the painting in his hand was most likely
a fake one.
Gloomily, Morgan headed upstairs with the fake painting in his hand.
Taken aback, ine didn''t know what to say.
It was at this time that Vincent suddenly appeared behind her.