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.