Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1339

"For now, you need proper rest. You can look into your background anytime, so don't overwork yourself."

"My head is hurting a lot. I'm worried that I might forget it soon. Yale, please."

Soon, Yale asked someone to get Molly a sketchbook and some colored pencils. Molly was the most skilled with watercolor and oil paints.

When Yale wasn't with her, painting was the only thing that could heal her.

She tirelessly immersed herself in painting, and because of that, she produced many amazing artworks.

Unlike her appearance, her art style was quite rugged. When Tatiana saw the unique art style, a look of surprise appeared on her face. "Could it be that you're Milly herself?"

Milly was internationally famous. Eight years ago, her work "Against the Wind" stunned the crowd. Going against all odds, it won the Golden Painting Award.

All the artwork Milly used to participate in art competitions was sold in auctions at high prices.

"Against the Wind" had the highest collectible value, and Tatiana had bought it at an auction for 30 million dollars.

It was quite a high price for a new painter who had just made an appearance. Tatiana didn't only come from a wealthy family, but her grandmother's family was also a family of scholars.

Tatiana's mother was a famous modern painter as well.

So, Tatiana was quite skilled in the arts from a young age. Usually, she spent her time listening to music or enjoying artwork at art exhibitions.

Back then, when Tatiana was invited to be the award presenter for the Golden Painting Award, she was quite fond of Milly.

She even wanted to get close to her idol, but Molly didn't show up. Only her assistant was there to receive the award in her stead.

Since then, Milly seemed to have disappeared. There were no longer any artworks from Milly. Tatiana always thought that it was a great pity that a new painter with such potential would disappear like that.

Even today, the painting was still hanging in her room. It served as a constant reminder.

Life was a constant struggle upward. Once you had stepped onto a path, there was no longer any chance for you to regret it.