Female Novel
Chapter 405
Chapter 405Mila smiled, feeling happy that she could help Sienna. She had long set aside her worries about Fenna and Nathan.
As Sienna was about to enjoy her pie, she asked, “Wanda, | read in the news that one of your paintings is valued at millions ofdollars. Is that true?”
Mila’s gentle smile lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, some of them are,but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the more common pieces.”
Sienna was puzzled. “Why are they priced so high?”Mila let out a sigh. “Art certainly requires talent, but it’s often driven by hype and the influence of fame.novelbin
“When | first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces. for an astounding two milliondollars.
“However, | donated the entire amount to schools in rural areas. That's when | suddenly gained overnight fame, and things justtook off from there.”
Sienna chimed in, “That’s why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with collectible value. People haveeven started studying your style and making replicas of your artworks.”
Mila nodded in response.
As Sienna savored her pie, she mused, “The world of the wealthy is something I'll never truly grasp, but | envy you for having afather who loves you deeply.”
Mila stole a glance at Sienna, detecting a touch of melancholy and sorrow in her eyes as she mentioned her father.“Sienna, how has your father been doing health-wise?” Mila asked.
“My father passed away last month,” Sienna revealed, her voice trembling with emotion as she lowered her head.Mila was taken aback, unsure of how to offer comfort in such a moment.
Having spent all her savings on treatment and accumulating debts, Sienna’s father finally underwent surgery. Things seemed tobe looking up when, unexpectedly, he passed away.
Misfortune always appeared to target those already struggling with difficulties, underscoring the harsh reality of dealing withterminal illnesses.
Mila gently clasped Sienna’s hand, expressing her sympathy as she apologized. Sienna responded with her brightest and mostresilient smile, gently shaking her head to convey that everything was okay.
After all, that was all in the past now.
After a moment of contemplation, Mila changed the topic. “Sienna, were you a volunteer counselor at a psychiatric hospitalbefore?”
+15 BONUSpainting.The crowd of spectators kept growing.
Word spread rapidly that the renowned artist Inkwell was offering complimentary paintings, resulting in Sienna’s products sellingout.
This sparked a frenzy as people flocked to Sienna’s stall, eager to purchase anything just so they could get a free painting.“400 dollars, 1000 dollars, 10000 dollars. I'll buy anything, just let me get a free painting,” they pleaded.Sienna had underestimated Inkwell’s fame. Even the tables and chairs from her stall were swiftly claimed by eager buyers.
As the demand for free paintings surged and many were left empty-handed, it caught the attention of numerous journalists andmedia outlets.
Inkwell’s presence caused a surge of visitors to the entire street, boosting the businesses of all the vendors.Within just two hours, she became a trending topic online.
“Inkwell Offers Free Paintings at the Riverbank.”
Inside the restaurant, Mila enjoyed every bite of the shepherd’s pie that Sienna had kindly treated her to.Sienna sat in a daze, constantly scrolling through her phone, still trying to process what had just happened.
She had always known Mila was talented, but witnessing firsthand the impact of someone truly exceptional was beyond herwildest imagination.
“How much did you make today?” Mila asked curiously.
Sienna set down her phone, nervously swallowing. “Well, | only had a few hundred dollars. worth of merchandise, but | earnedover 3000 dollars.
“The customers were like madmen, constantly shoving money at me. They even took the box where | kept my change and paidme a hundred just for that battered box,” she exclaimed incredulously.
Chapter 405Mila smiled, feeling happy that she could help Sienna. She had long set aside her worries about Fenna and Nathan.
As Sienna was about to enjoy her pie, she asked, “Wanda, | read in the news that one of your paintings is valued at millions ofdollars. Is that true?”
Mila’s gentle smile lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, some of them are,but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the more common pieces.”
Sienna was puzzled. “Why are they priced so high?”Mila let out a sigh. “Art certainly requires talent, but it’s often driven by hype and the influence of fame.
“When | first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces for an astounding two milliondollars.
“However, | donated the entire amount to schools in rural areas. That's when | suddenly gained overnight fame, and things justtook off from there.”
Sienna chimed in, “That’s why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with collectible value. People haveeven started studying your style and making replicas of your artworks.”
Mila nodded in response.
As Sienna savored her pie, she mused, “The world of the wealthy is something I'll never truly grasp, but | envy you for having afather who loves you deeply.”
Mila stole a glance at Sienna, detecting a touch of melancholy and sorrow in her eyes as she mentioned her father.
“Sienna, how has your father been doing health-wise?” Mila asked.
“My father passed away last month,” Sienna revealed, her voice trembling with emotion as she lowered her head.Mila was taken aback, unsure of how to offer comfort in such a moment.
Having spent all her savings on treatment and accumulating debts, Sienna’s father finally underwent surgery. Things seemed tobe looking up when, unexpectedly, he passed away.
Misfortune always appeared to target those already struggling with difficulties, underscoring the harsh reality of dealing withterminal illnesses.
Mila gently clasped Sienna’s hand, expressing her sympathy as she apologized. Sienna responded with her brightest and mostresilient smile, gently shaking her head to convey that everything was okay.
After all, that was all in the past now.
After a moment of contemplation, Mila changed the topic. “Sienna, were you a volunteer counselor at a psychiatric hospitalbefore?”
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Sienna affirmed with a nod. “Yes, |
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Sienna was taken aback, her hands instinctively covering her chest as she joked, “What kind of part-time job pays such a highrate? You're not suggesting | sell my body, are you?”
Mila chuckled at the playful remark, shaking her head. “What on earth are you thinking? Do | look like a pimp to you?”Sienna laughed along. “I’m just pulling your leg.”
“| admire your optimistic outlook. | believe you'd be a great fit,” Mila remarked sincerely.
Intrigued, Sienna asked, “So, what's this part-time job all about?”
Leaning in closer, Mila placed her hands on the table and whispered, “It involves working as a psychological counselor andcaregiver for Daniel.”
Sienna frowned. “Who's Daniel?”
“He’s Nathan’s older brother. Daniel used to serve as a respected anti-drug officer, but he’s experienced significant physical andmental trauma.
“Now, he’s completelyincapacitated-blind, unable towalk—and, most inipokantty, piehis, will Ie He's grappling withsevere psychological issues and hasbecome utterly despondent.” Thecontent is on NovelDrama.Org! Readthe latest chapter there!
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