Liza leaned closer to Henry, her expression serious yet kind. “It’s not that you’re stupid, Henry. You’re just too trusting, too pure-hearted. And there’s nothing wrong with that. “Alora took advantage of your innocence because she knew you wouldn’t suspect her. You believed she was genuinely good to you, so you treated her with sincerity. You couldn’t have guessed her hidden motives. If anything, it shows how pure and untainted your view of the world is. That’s a rare and beautiful quality.” Her voice was soft and soothing, and it seemed to reach a part of Henry’s heart that he hadn’t been able to access himself. For the first time, a flicker of light returned to his dark eyes. Her words made him feel a little less burdened, a little less lost. Liza’s words were genuine. She truly believed in what she was saying. Henry wasn’t naive in a bad way—he was kind, honest, and generous to a fault. It was those qualities that Alora had preyed upon. His ability to trust so freely was what made him special, even if it had been turned against him this time. Unexpectedly, Henry’s tears began to flow. He couldn’t hold them back anymore, his emotions spilling out all at once. Liza froze, completely unprepared for this reaction. Panic flickered across her face. What was she supposed to do now? She hadn’t meant to make him cry! Later that evening, after returning home, Liza found herself feeling restless. She hated seeing Henry so upset and wanted to cheer him up. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She remembered that Henry loved painting—it was one of his passions. Excited, she rummaged through her storage room, digging through piles of old items until she came across a collection of dusty canvases. These had been sitting untouched for ages, but she figured they might bring a smile to Henry’s face. The next morning, she made her way to see him, the paintings tucked securely under her arm. When she found Henry, she reached out to pat his head affectionately.“Henry,” she said with a playful smile, “you’re growing on me more and more. Even though you caused me a bit of trouble when we first met, you accepted me in the end. You even bought the clothes I designed! That made me so happy. I know you love painting, so I brought you these. They’ve been sitting in my storage room for a while and might be a bit dusty, but I thought you might like them. So, no more being sad, okay?” Henry had mostly recovered from his earlier sorrow, and while he appreciated Liza’s thoughtfulness, he wasn’t expecting much. He wasn’t the type to be impressed by just any random painting, and Liza wasn’t exactly known for having masterpieces lying around. Still, out of respect for her effort, he was willing to take a look. But when Liza unveiled the canvases… Henry’s eyes widened in shock. “You kept these in the storage room?” he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. The paintings in front of him weren’t ordinary. They were the works of XL, the legendary painter admired by art enthusiasts worldwide. Each piece was priceless. And Liza had casually shoved them into a dusty storeroom? Liza blinked, confused by his reaction. “What? What’s wrong?” To her, these paintings were just a few rejects her Brother didn’t want anymore. They’d been lying around unused, so she’d grabbed a few of the cleaner ones to give to Henry, thinking they might distract him from his sadness. But Henry? He looked like he’d just discovered treasure. “These… These are XL’s works!” he stammered, still in shock. Liza tilted her head, unimpressed. “Oh, those? They’re just some defective pieces my Fourth Brother didn’t like. I didn’t think they were a big deal. I only brought them because I thought you might enjoy looking at them. Why are you so surprised?” Henry could only stare at her, utterly dumbfounded. …At Longwan Residential, George stood respectfully in front of Gavin. "President, Miss Alora called earlier. She mentioned that she has two tickets to XL’s art exhibition. She suggested you take Young Madam as a gesture of apology for what happened." Gavin paused briefly, his expression turning cold. “XL’s art exhibition?” he murmured, his tone indifferent. Then, without much thought, he added, “Tell her I’m not interested. I don’t have the time.” George had expected this response. There was no way the president would accept such an offer. Attending the exhibition wasn’t an issue of interest—it was the principle behind it. If Gavin truly wanted to attend, he wouldn’t need Alora’s tickets. The organizers themselves would have sent him a personal invitation. Accepting these tickets would suggest he was willing to forgive Alora, and George knew his boss would never give her that satisfaction. On the other end of the line, Alora anxiously waited for a response. When George finally conveyed the message, her smile froze, and her grip on the phone tightened. After a brief silence, she forced out a polite, “Alright, thank you,” before hanging up. Her expression darkened as she set her phone down. Sitting across from her in a quaint coffee shop, Alora’s younger sister, Rita, tilted her head curiously. “He’s still not willing to forgive you?” Alora sighed, her mood sour. She had invited her sister out for coffee in an attempt to lift her spirits, but the rejection was a heavy blow. Rita, however, seemed more intrigued than sympathetic. “Wait, you’re telling me he refused an invitation to XL’s art exhibition? Does he even know who XL is?” XL was no ordinary artist—he was a prodigy, revered in the art world. His works were rare treasures, coveted by collectors and art enthusiasts alike. Invitations to his exhibitions were nearly impossible to secure, even for the wealthy elite. Anyone lucky enough to attend would be rubbing shoulders with the most influential figures in society. The Clint family had gone to great lengths to acquire just two tickets, considering them priceless. Yet, not only had Gavin turned down the offer, but he also didn’t seem the least bit interested. Rita leaned back in her chair, her tone laced with mockery. “Honestly, Sister, are you sure you’ve been associating with the right people? It sounds like this so-called friend of yours is nothing but a small-town nobody. Who in their right mind would reject an invitation to XL’s exhibition? Clearly, he has no idea how important XL is or how valuable those tickets are.” Her words stung, but Alora remained silent, her face pale with frustration. Meanwhile, Rita smirked and added, “Seriously, Sister, this guy sounds like a total country bumpkin. I can’t believe you’ve wasted so much energy on someone who doesn’t even know the basics of high society.” What Rita didn’t realize, however, was that Gavin knew exactly who XL was. He wasn’t oblivious to the artist’s status or the value of the tickets. But attending an art exhibition, especially one tied to Alora, held no appeal for him. As for Liza, Rita assumed she wouldn’t even understand the significance of such an event. “She’s probably never been to an art exhibition in her life,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Little did they know, the situation was far from what they assumed. Gavin’s dismissal wasn’t ignorance—it was a deliberate message. And Liza? There was more to her than anyone in the Clint family could have imagined.