Save Myself From Desperation by Cara Agnes novel Chapter 271

After the group of restorers found it, their expressions changed, and they all fell into fright.

"What's going on? Why is there a sudden crack? Did they puncture the paper when they lifted it with tweezers?"

"Certainly! There is no other possibility."

"Damn it! In that case, the painting will be more difficult to restore."

Charlie's expression changed, either. He looked at Cara aside in horror. "How dare you, Cara?"

He definitely didn't poke the painting with tweezers just now, so Cara must have done it.

He wondered why she was so careless.

But before Charlie finished speaking, Cara asked in confusion, "Do you know what's going on, Mr. Ramos? Why is there suddenly a crack?"

Charlie was stunned for a moment and couldn't understand Cara's words.

"Did you accidentally pierce the paper with tweezers just now, Mr. Ramos?" Cara asked innocently.

Charlie was completely stunned.

He ensured he didn't do it.

Only he and Cara restored this painting. If he didn't make a mistake, Cara should be held accountable.

Cara had already damaged the painting, so her face suddenly turned pale in panic.

But Cara passed the buck to him innocently. She would have him take the blame.

How despicable and shameless Cara was!

Charlie finally realized Cara's despicable character.

Charlie suddenly thought about the exposed recordings online. It turned out Cara indeed wanted to have someone teach Ashley a lesson, and it was not a misunderstanding at all.

The others found Charlie still remained silent. They thought he had acquiesced and couldn't help but complain.

"As an experienced restorer, how could you make such a mistake, Charlie?"

"You even damaged the painting instead of restoring it."

"The damage got more serious. What should we do now?"

Henry always looked dignified, and his anger made him more solemn. At this moment, he stared at Charlie with stern eyes.

"How dare you? This painting will be displayed for Hanson at a state banquet. Now that it has been destroyed, we'll definitely be laughed at by foreigners."

"Don't worry, Mr. Anderson. There may be a way to remedy it," a tall restorer kindly advised.

"What else can we do?" Another restorer was anxious. "This painting is already difficult to restore, and the crack adds a great deal of difficulty."

"That's right. How can we remedy it? It's completely hopeless!"

"I do know one who may have a way to remedy it, who is proficient at restoring ancient paintings."

"Who? Who can remedy it? Go straight to the point."

"Cut to the chase. We'll invite him over right away. Maybe we can still make up for it with his help."

"But it doesn't work. He is dead, and we can't get his advice."

"What? Dead? I remember it! Are you talking about Caleb? Caleb is indeed a famous restorer of cultural relics, but he has passed away."

"What a pity! If only Caleb was still alive."

Hearing the discussion and the familiar name Caleb, Simon felt distressed and couldn't help but sigh, "How I wish your grandpa were still alive, Ashley."

Ashley lowered her head. She missed Caleb and Myrna, too.

Joseph had learned the deep relationship between Ashley and her grandparents, so her lonely look made him feel sorry.

When the noisy restorers heard Simon's words, they all widened their eyes with disbelief.

"What did you just say, Mr. Hunt? Is Caleb Ashley's grandfather?"

"Really? Didn't you lie to us, Mr. Hunt?"

Simon frowned, dissatisfied, "Why did I lie to you? Ashley is indeed Caleb's granddaughter, and they have a close relationship."

After Simon finished speaking, everyone present kept their mouths open in shock.

They wouldn't dare associate Caleb with Ashley.

Caleb's expertise in the field of ancient painting restoration was so high that everyone in the industry admired him, and the restorers present treated him as a goal.

They didn't expect Ashley to be Caleb's granddaughter.

Her background was even more shocking than that of a wealthy family in modern society.

"There you are, Mr. Anderson," Paul said in surprise.

"I came to check the restoration of the painting, but there has been a situation. The painting has now been damaged again." Henry's tone stiffened when it came to the painting.

Hearing the accident, Paul was shocked and turned to look at Charlie. "How dare you? Why are you so careless?"

Charlie clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth in anger. "I didn't do it, Mr. Walker. It was Cara's mistake that damaged the painting."

After he finished speaking, the scene was in an uproar.

Cara had already implied that Charlie had broken the painting.

Charlie explained word for word, "Cara damaged the painting, Mr. Walker. She knew the importance of this painting and could not afford the consequences of the damage, so she shifted the responsibility to me. She wanted to have me take the blame."

Cara opened her eyes wide in surprise and distress. "What are you talking about, Mr. Ramos? How could you frame me?"

Charlie stared at her with sarcasm in her eyes. He had never expected her to be so hypocritical.

Paul glanced at Cara, then at Charlie, and said in a deep voice, "Well, don't argue anymore. Everything in this room is very important, and the cultural relics are of high value, so the room is equipped with surveillance cameras. We'll find out who the culprit is when we check the security footage."

When Cara heard this, her face instantly turned pale.

She didn't know there was surveillance for her first time here.

After hearing Paul's solution, the others in the room stopped worrying about this issue. Anyway, they would find out who the culprit was when they checked the security footage later.

But Henry was concerned about another matter at this time. He looked at Ashley with affable eyes. "Did you just admit that you can restore cultural relics?"

Ashley nodded.

Joseph tittered and found Henry's tone extremely gentle.

Paul couldn't help laughing when he noticed the question. "What are you talking about, Mr. Anderson? Ms. Ramos indeed can restore cultural relics."

A restorer next to him couldn't help but ask, "You said you would bring Rita here today, Mr. Walker. Why are you the only one here? Where is Rita?"

Paul spread his hands helplessly. "Rita has come in a long time ago. She arrived before me."

The others fell into shock.

Did Rita come before Paul?

They had a bold guess in their mind.