"Who painted this? And how did he know these truths...?"
"Dad, the artist's name is 'Beckman.' I think that's the name of the gallery's owner."
Rebecca noticed the signature in the painting's lower-right corner and pointed it out.
Viscount Pompey nodded.
"I want to ask Mr. Beckman a few questions. Wait here for me."
"Oh, Pang Bei, let me go with you."
Mrs. Pompey spoke.
"I want to come too!"
Rebecca took her father's arm.
Viscount Pompey nodded and headed back with his wife and daughter.
As he passed some guests who had stopped to admire the paintings, he suddenly heard cries of surprise.
"Oh, my Sun! This is... this is my late husband, White! He actually had an affair with our maid behind my back?!"
An aristocratic lady covered her face, deeply agitated.
The oil painting before her depicted a naked man and woman frolicking in bed. The title in one corner was "White and the Maid."
But she was not an isolated case.
Other guests had similar experiences. They saw familiar faces in the paintings—relatives, lovers, friends, or Besties. Yet those familiar faces seemed unfamiliar in the paintings, because the paintings depicted secrets they had never known.
At the other end of the gallery, the tall, rotund Noah stood before a painting.
The others were unwilling to approach him. Only Froy stood quietly to one side. She faintly heard Noah's quiet sobbing, along with a word that tugged at the heart:
"Brother..."
The painting before Noah showed him sleeping soundly as a child, a boy of normal build, even somewhat thin. A beautiful young girl sat beside his bed, silently watching him, her lips slightly raised and her eyes doting.
Yet the title in the oil painting's corner was "Brother."
Had Chen Lun been there, he would have