Because You Are My Lady

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, Elaine 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 glance 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, Elaine 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, Elaine shook her head. "I don't know..."

Meanwhile, Vincent was completely 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 blame 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 blame just to protect themeven if you didn't do anything wrong?"

Then, Elaine 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, Elaine 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 flashed 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 Elaine was about to leave, Vincent's voice sounded from the top of her head, "Morgan, the painting of Master Black that you've bought was also a fake."

Without warning, his words were a total shock to Elaine's ears.

Did he actually betray her just like that?

Both angry and annoyed, Elaine wondered what kind of person was he? How could he just sell his teammates out like that?

Angrily, she glared at Dr. Perkins.

With a snort, Vincent turned around and left.

When Elaine 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 Elaine. Obviously, he wanted to hear her tell him that it was not true.

However, Elaine 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 Elaine took a deep breath, she went forward to look at the painting. After a while, she said, "Mr. Black is a professional at painting flowers and birds. In the early days, most of his works were mainly flowers and birds. But later 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 Black'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 Elaine agreed, she suddenly said, "Morgan, do you have a magnifying glass?"

Since Morgan loved paintings, he had the habit of carrying a mini magnifying glass with him. Instantly, he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and gave it to her.

As she placed the magnifying glass 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 flaw. 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 flaws in it." Then, he stood up and said, "This is Mr. Black's best painting, and I can't seem to notice anything wrong with it."

A smile appeared on Elaine's face. "Do you have any other paintings from Mr. Black?" "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 Elaine gave it a thought, she borrowed Morgan's phone and found Mr. Black's official website on the Internet. Then, she found several portraits of women on it. After several rounds of magnification, she showed them to him.

Then, Morgan wore his glasses and looked at them carefully to make a comparison 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... a lachrymal mole?"

Finally, he saw it.

With a nod, Elaine answered, "The fact that Mr. Black suddenly changed his style of painting was to commemorate his late wife. His wife has a small and light- colored lachrymal 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. Black 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. Black were to commemorate his late wife, he would not have made such a low-level mistake in his painting.

As for the paintings on the official website, after Morgan enlarged each of them, he would find a light mole at the end of the woman's eyelash.

But the painting that he had did not have that mole.

At that moment, Morgan's expression was ghastly pale.

Hurriedly, Elaine 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 was comforting him.

After a while, Morgan sighed and said, "Mr. Black has a deep feeling for his deceased wife, and it could be seen from his later 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 Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

a fake one.

Gloomily, Morgan headed upstairs with the fake painting in his hand.

Taken aback, Elaine didn't know what to say.

It was at this time that Vincent suddenly appeared behind her.