Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 241

After breakfast, Seren went up to her art studio. Rippling Gardens, situated by the river, was especially quiet in the mornings. Fishing boats bobbed in the harbor, their sails fluttering in the breeze. In the distance, a lone boat drifted across the water. The sycamore trees outside her window rustled, their yellowing leaves detaching silently to embrace the earth below.

When the warm morning sun coming in through the balcony turned into a more intense glare, Seren finally set down her brush. Just then, her phone lit up with an incoming call. She assumed it was Lennon, but when she picked it up, she saw it was from Grace.

Grace was a kind, gentle woman who also lived in The Mountain Retreat, just a few houses down from the Bradleys. Despite their proximity, the two families had never been close. Grace was an expert in ancient painting restoration, and her husband was an archaeologist. They were a quiet couple, preferring their work to social engagements. Seren had met them through her grandfather, Mr. Shaw, and as a child, she had loved visiting their home, which was filled with ancient paintings. Most collectors were fiercely protective of their art, but Grace and her husband, Mr. Forrest, had always welcomed Seren, even setting up a studio for her to practice in.

Seren answered the phone, and Grace's warm voice came through. "Seren, dear, it's Grace. Are you still in Seaside City? Mr. Forrest has a friend visiting who took a liking to that *Plantain and Stone* painting you copied for him. He was wondering if you might be able to do another one for him." Grace chuckled. "I told him you young people are far too busy for such things, but he insisted I ask. He also said it's been too long since you last visited, and he hoped this would be a good excuse to see you."

Seren happened to have some free time, so she readily agreed. "Grace, I'm actually not busy at all lately."

Grace sounded delighted. "Are you free today? Why don't you come over now? Mr. Forrest left for a dig yesterday and I don't know when he'll be back. I'm all alone, and I just picked some osmanthus from my hometown. I can make you some of those sweet little cakes you used to love so much."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

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