The Day I Kissed An Older Man novel Chapter 42

Marvin had a gloomy expression and was still somewhat angry because the scandal Involving his eldest daughter Sherlyn had become a trending topic.

Corinne walked over slowly and persuaded him softly, “Dad, your health will be affected if you get. angry. Don’t worry so much about that whole incident with Sherlyn. I’m sure a lot of people will forget about it once all the fanfare dies down.”

“You’re right.” At the end of the day, Corinne was the more honest and sensible daughter, which saved Marvin from worrying too much about her.

Many things had not gone smoothly for Marvin in recent days, and he frowned before asking, “Is there something you want to talk to me about?”

Corinne nodded and put the painting she was holding on the table. “Take a look at this painting, Dad…” she said while gently tearing off the kraft paper covering the painting. The piece’s magnificent, artistic beauty soon came into view.

She had brought with her ‘Geese in Late Autumn-one of her mother’s posthumously published works-which Jeremy had given her some time ago. As soon as Marvin laid eyes on the painting, he was taken aback for a moment and asked excitedly, “Corinne! This painting is Nellie Nymphaea’s posthumous work ‘Geese in Late Autumn’! Rumor has it that it was recently sold to a mysterious buyer at a super high price of seven and a half million! Where did you get it? Is it genuine?”

“It is,” Corinne answered. “The person who bought this painting was my current employer at the house where I’m working as a maid. I happened to save his grandmother’s life that day, so he gave me this painting as a token of his gratitude.”

Marvin had an incredulous expression on his face! “Your employer bought that painting for such a high price and decided to just give it to you for free?”

Corinne nodded. “Yes. He’s very rich, and he loves his grandmother dearly too. Seven and a half million is nothing to him.”

“I would’ve never dreamed that something like that would happen!” exclaimed Marvin, and he then stretched out his hand to gently caress the painting. There was a sense of yearning and despair as if he had recalled something from the past.

Corinne observed the changes in her father’s expression and asked, “Dad… Nellie Nymphaea is my mother’s pen name, am I right?”