Rewriting My Heart's Fate novel Chapter 379

I looked at Mr. Johnson. I couldn't put a finger on what exactly I was feeling.

Every word he said seemed to be unveiling layers upon layers of fog, bringing me closer to the heavily hidden truth.

I took a deep breath to calm my emotions. I knew I could only handle the following conversation better with a calm mind.

"Mr Johnson, I understand what you meant about the pursuit of art. But to me, anything that was done in the name of art, but had too many other gains and schemes involved, would have tainted the purity of the pursuit of art."

He might have appreciated Jack's proactiveness since Jack could bring him a lot of profit, but Jack was not a saint.

"He had been consumed by greed and desire, so much so that family was now a chip he could bargain for more profit," I said slowly, each word comprised of the complex emotions I felt toward Jack.

A flash of pity and helplessness flashed in Mr. Johnson's eyes after he heard what I had to say.

He shook his head lightly like he had felt sorry for what I had to go through, and at the same time, he felt sad for himself and for the people of his days.

"You're right, Ms. Wiley. Your father and the people of our days had gone through several wrong paths in our pursuit of dreams and wealth." He seemed to have known something as he stared intently at the drawing on the wall.

"But what I wanted to say was that there is a sanctuary in each of our hearts that helps us to not completely give up on the hope of a better future even in the darkest of times."

I took a deep breath as I racked my brain for information regarding this art gallery.

But, I couldn't find any,