Love Is Fair by Kerri
Chapter 361

Chapter 361

Chapter 361 A Letter from Her Deceased Ex-Husband (1)

“Is this Mona Lisa?”

Seeing that Hailey didn’t say a word for a long while, Kyle hesitated and asked, “Is this the real one?”

She looked up at him helplessly. “National treasures have always been in the museum. What are youthinking?”

Only then did Kyle realize that he had made a mistake.

However, the famous painting that he had only seen in history books suddenly appeared in front of him,which was truly inconceivable.

Now that Hailey had seen it, there was no reason for her to be unmoved.

Therefore, she put away the painting and got in the car, intending to show it to Jason.

When Jason saw this painting, he was also shocked. “Wonderful! It’s not easy to paint such a paintingwith all kinds of details.”

Steven was afraid of ruining the painting, so he put away the pipe quickly.

Studying the painting all the way, Jason said to Hailey, “This skill of forging is slightly better than yours.”

Hailey nodded. “I think he is on par with you. Did you get some other students behind my back?”

Speaking of what they were good at, their eyes lit up.

They were not as depressed as they were a few days ago.

After a moment of silence, Jason replied, “The Newman family focuses on carving jade, and I startedmy career halfway. After learning a few simple skills from a great teacher, I stopped because ofsmoking.”

Every business has its own rules. There couldn’t be calluses or scars on fingers so as to perceive theoriginal work. This didn’t seem to be a high request, but it was a terrible injury to the jade carving.

Hailey was more interested in jade carvings, so she did not study how to forge.

Suddenly, Brook thought of something and replied, “I remember that Hailey often used sandpaper torub the calluses on her fingers for a period of time. The calluses broke and bled a lot, which frightenedus.”

Karl couldn’t help but frown when he thought of the scene when Hailey’s fingers were bleeding.

Kyle echoed, “I thought you were going to dissect some corpse behind my back, so I wanted to go withyou with a scalpel.”

Brook laughed and said, “Yes, I remember it, but your mother kicked your ass, and you almost fell tothe ground.”

“Stop mentioning it!” Kyle snapped at Brook.

As soon as the two people got together, they would be like two children and kept quarreling, makingHailey feel a little better.

Karl didn’t like the noise, so he frowned. But when he saw the smile on her face, he didn’t say anything.

“Okay, stop it.” Randal stopped them in time.

If they continued to quarrel, Karl would really teach them a lesson.

Jason narrowed his eyes and smiled. He loved the painting very much and asked Hailey, “Didn’t youask Donald who painted it?”

“Yes, but he kept it a secret.”

Hailey pursed her lips and added, “He said he will tell us when we go back to North City next time.”

Jason’s face darkened as he heard this. “How dares that old man keep me in suspense! Just forget it.”

In fact, he was quite curious and eager to know the answer.

It was already evening when they arrived at the Garden of Rose.

Hailey had been in low spirits since she came back from Engese, and she often felt tired.

As soon as she got home, she wanted to go back to her room to have a rest. In her opinion, she wouldnot think about anything after falling asleep.

However, she was afraid that her brothers would worry about her, so she had dinner with them.

During the dinner, she smiled and talked as if she were still as talkative and cheerful as before.

But the light in her eyes was gone.Her brothers all noticed it and felt sorry for her, but they didn’texpose her disguise. She wanted to try her best to be happy, so they would accompany her to behappy. If she was. sad, they would comfort her.

All they could do was stay with her all the time.

After all, she had to learn to give up on Owen and move on herself.

Of course, all of them believed that one day, their sister would let go of the past and return to thatstrong and gentle girl.

During the dinner, they talked about Saul.

Kyle said, “He hasn’t woken up yet, but he moves his fingers from time to time, which can basically ruleout the possibility of a vegetable. As for when he will wake up, it depends on his recovery.”

“How pitiful he is!”

Brook sighed deeply. “I’m afraid that even if he really wakes up, it won’t be that easy to recover fully. Itwill probably be similar to Owen’s condition three years ago.”

When he mentioned the name unconsciously, he was kicked under the table by Kyle, and his brotherswere all glaring at him.

Brook was so frightened that he stopped talking immediately.

Hailey looked down and didn’t seem to have any reaction. Her hand holding the fork paused.

After dinner, when he was about to go upstairs, Lily came over with three letters in her hands and said,“I don’t know who sent them. They were in the mailbox for several days.”

Hailey took the letters and looked at the familiar handwriting on them, making her head go blank.

It turned out that those letters were from Owen.

Suppressing the shock and anxiety inside her, Hailey went upstairs with the letters in her hand.

When she entered the room, she saw the words on the envelope. Her fingers scratched the table, andher fingertips turned white. Even the blue veins stood out on the back of her hands.

She bit her lower lip tightly and tried hard to calm down. The sudden three letters made her sad again.

“When can it stop? How many things did he leave for me?” she thought.

Hailey smiled bitterly.

She didn’t care about the will or the gifts, but Owen even sent her letters, which was old-fashioned.

“We are in the 21st century, but he still wrote letters. Does he live in the last century? Or does he thinkit’s romantic?” she wondered.

Hailey didn’t want to read them, so she threw the letters on the table, went into the bathroom, and tooka shower to calm herself down.

She told herself that there was no point in reading them.

In her opinion, Owen wanted to use letters to ask for her forgiveness or to make up with her, but shehad been tired of hearing his apologies over and over again.

“Did he write some poems? Forget it. It was shocking for him to write a letter. How could he write apoem?”

Turning off the shower, Hailey felt her heart pounding, and even her chest was heaving.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen,and the cheekbones were clear. The dark shadows under her eyes almost reached her nose.

“Why do I become like this? Owen, you jerk!” Hailey cursed, but she couldn’t suppress her curiosityanymore.

Soon, she walked out of the bathroom, came to the table, and opened the first letter Owen sent.

Dear Hailey,