Chapter 145: Daughter or Helena
Upon hearing this, Kelly wore an expression of disbelief. “Really? Did you truly bring the painting to life?”
“Yes, I looked at the painting and felt so moved, almost brought to tears. I’ve been painting for almost twenty years, and this is the first time I’ve had such a feeling,” Helena, who was always modest and humble, spoke truthfully rather than boasting.
It wasn’t self-praise; she was just honestly expressing her feelings.
Kelly, overcome with excitement, exclaimed, “Quick, quick, bring me the painting, let me see!”
Kelly hurriedly stood up from his seat, extended his arm with his palm facing up, making a “please” gesture. “Helena, let’s go to study.”
“Alright, Uncle Kelly.” Helena took the painting and followed him to the study.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
Kelly closed the door behind them.
Helena walked up to the desk, carefully unfolding the painting, which measured over two meters in length and just over a meter in width, and placed it on the desk made of yellow rosewood.
Kelly lowered his gaze, carefully examining the painting.
He was instantly stunned!
The entire painting, whether it was the mountain or the dense forest, exuded a heavy and profound inkiness.
A strong, majestic, and compelling atmosphere emanated from every part of the painting.
In the presence of this atmosphere, even the bright daylight seemed to dim.
It gave off a feeling of “as if traversing a night mountain, dark and profound layer after layer.”
He was so astonished that he couldn’t speak for a while.
It was really hard to believe that such a majestic and powerful painting came from the delicate and gentle hands of the young girl in front of him.
For many years, he had been searching for such a painting.
Numerous talented painters had attempted to reproduce it, but none were satisfactory.
This painting, however, possessed both strength and spirit, making it truly unforgettable.
Watching it, Kelly almost couldn’t hold back tears.
A good piece of art could truly move the heart and bring tears to the eyes.
He raised his hand to touch his chin, repeatedly saying, “Excellent, excellent, it’s beautifully done!”
He said “excellent” three times in a row!
He steadied his emotions, took out his phone, and recorded several long videos of the painting, capturing various details.
After recording, he sent them to the prospective client.
Upon receiving the client’s satisfactory response, Kelly said to Helena, “You wait here for a moment; I’ll go get you a check.”
He called the butler and had tea served for her.
He turned and walked towards the door.
As he reached the living room, he went to fetch his bag and the checkbook.
Coming back from outside, he encountered his daughter Jane who had just returned.
Jane tossed her bag onto the sofa, glanced at her father, and couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, what happened to you today? You seem quite excited.”
Kelly rubbed his eyes with his hand, suppressing his emotions. “Helena’s painting, it’s exceptionally good. It took me by surprise. I’m going to get her the remaining payment with a check.”
Listening to her father passionately praising someone else, Jane felt uncomfortable.
She frowned and said somewhat sharply, “It’s just a painting. Is it really that good?”
“Good, exceptionally good. Surprisingly so. You outsiders don’t understand.” Kelly responded casually, opened his bag, took out the checkbook, and was about to sign it.
Jane snatched the pen from his hand.
Glancing towards the study in the distance, she lowered her voice, “Dad, are you stupid? She’s Willis’s ex-wife!”
The more outstanding Helena was, the more Jane felt overshadowed.
She frowned, her tone defiant, “I don’t care. Anyway, if you still consider me your daughter, you can’t buy this painting.”
Kelly was taken aback.
He finally found himself a little dizzy after weighing the situation.
On one side was his own biological daughter.
On the other side was Helena.
He couldn’t afford to offend his daughter, but he really wanted to acquire Helena’s painting.
After much consideration, he ultimately chose his daughter.