He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 139

As soon as Theresia spoke, the whole room went quiet for a split second before a wave of whispers swept through the crowd.

“Who does she think she is, calling an auction piece fake?”

“Right? Every item here is authenticated by top experts. Is she saying the experts are wrong?”

“I think she’s Farris’s date. What was he thinking, bringing someone like her? It’s honestly embarrassing.”

Theresia didn’t flinch. She stood tall, eyes fixed on the painting, and stated calmly, “This painting is a forgery.”

From a few rows back, Felton jumped up, his face red with anger. “Theresia, you’re making things up. The Heron Scroll has been part of my father’s collection for years. You grew up in the Baker family. You should know better.”

Eric Baker was obsessed with collecting. His study was always filled with antiques and famous artwork. Theresia had grown up with all of it, so she knew exactly what the real Heron Scroll looked like.

It was because she’d seen the original that she could say with confidence that this one was a fake.

And if this painting was fake, who knew how many of Eric’s so-called donations were just as questionable.

Theresia had always wanted to reveal Eric’s true colors. Now, the perfect chance had landed in her hands. She wasn’t about to let it slip away.

With Felton leading the charge, Patti kept to the sidelines but couldn’t resist adding her own comments. “Theresia, I get that you have issues with our family, but you can’t just accuse Dad of donating fakes.”

She paused, then pointed to the paper. “And here’s the biggest mistake. Latham was born during the Solari Empire, when paper was made from animal hide, not straw. Rice paper didn’t even exist until the Aurelian Dynasty, when it was produced under imperial supervision. But this painting is on rice paper. How could a work from the Solari Empire be painted on paper that wasn’t invented until much later?”

The room went silent. Even the people who’d been laughing at her before didn’t know what to say.

A man in the audience who specialized in rice paper stepped forward. He looked at the painting carefully, then nodded. “She’s right. This is rice paper from the Aurelian Dynasty.”

He was middle-aged, wore glasses, and his expression was full of admiration as he turned to Theresia. “I’m amazed. You spotted the problem from way out in the audience. That’s impressive, especially for someone so young.”

Someone in the crowd whispered, “Isn’t that Samuel? Neil’s descendant.”