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The conditions James Grayson put forward was enough to move anyone.

She can take care of her children and help Amelia William get out of Luis Taylor's control.

Amelia William hasd helped her too much. She shouldn't drag Amelia William down anymore. "OK, Mr. Grayson, I will take good care of your children."

"Oh." James Grayson chuckled and looked at her.

He still remembered that when they were not familiar, she was just like this. She either called him Chief or anything, honorific, intentionally or unintentionally, she tried to make a distance between two people, with a strong sense of alienation.

Hannah Clarke didn't know why s he laughed.

What's so funny about what she said?

What's more, the sound of mockery made her feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Grayson, I'll go back first. Thank you for Stephen." Hannah Clarke nodded respectfully and left quickly.

James Grayson's strong breath was already overwhelming her.

James Grayson looked at the back of her escape. His eyes were so quiet, like he hasd seen the beautiful universe far away, and tonight he seemed to see all the beautiful sceneryies.

When Hannah Clarke returned to the living room, Amelia William came to her and said, "Hannah, are you ok?"

Hannah Clarke shook her head,. "I am familiar with Rachel Ainsley. We just talked about some past things. She went to cook noodles for us."

"Miss Clarke." Stephen called.

Hannah Clarke nodded to Stephen and listened quietly.

"Thank you so much for what you did today. Otherwise, I would never be able to sort the mystery that why my two daughters and one son have died." Stephen said thank you.

Hannah Clarke didn't think it was anything to thank. She couldn't save any of them, maybe because it wasn't in fate. "It's God's plan, or maybe in the unseen world they have been destined to face all this. Stephen, I am sorry for your loss. Maybe the three of them are living a good life in another world."

Stephen wiped his tears, his voice choked, and he held up one of the candlesticks,. "Come with me, please."

Hannah Clarke looked at Eric Jordan, who nodded and signaled that she can go.

She followed Stephen into one of the studios.

The walls were covered with Stephen's paintings. In the dim candlelight, there was a kind of hazy beauty.

"I don't know how to thank you. For me, the most precious thing is these paintings. You choose any two paintings to take away." Stephen said to Hannah Clarke.

"Everyone has what they care about and consider the most precious. It will not be very kind, if I take away your precious things at this time. In addition, you really don't need to thank me. Even if it's not you, I will do what I can in such a situation." Hannah Clarke politely refused.

"If you think these paintings are not good, then my painting ['Dream girl'] which has been auctioned for 15 million. I'll give you all that money left after the deduction of the tax and the platform fee."

"Mr. Stephen's paintings are all unique and profound. They are not comparable to ordinary painters. How can I feel not like it?"

"Really? Do you like it? I can give you whatever you like." Stephen said as a good gesture.

"I just want this '[Yearn for light']. A claustrophobic room, bulb is broken, black all around. Outside the window, the shaking branches cast a silhouette on the window under the background light of lightning. A strong light passes through the window, leaving a brief light.

The little girl in the white dress sat on the ground, lying on a shabby bed. Looking up at the window, the corners of her lips are slightly raised.

There are mice on the ground, bats in the air, and spiders in the corner. If you look carefully, you can see that the bolt on the door is not inserted.

There is a book on the bed. The font on the book is very strange. I think it should be Braille. The little girl is blind. She is imprisoned. She is very lonely. She has gone through a lot of hardships and pain. But she also yearns for light. Only a little light is worth looking up and pursuing.

I think it's a picture of Mr. Stephen's mood at that time when he painted it." Hannah Clarke said, looking at the picture, the corners of her mouth were also slightly raised, but in the eyes, there was a thin mist.

"You are right. This painting is my favorite. When I draw this painting, my parents beat me down. They forced me to give up painting and let join my family business.

I faced many things, many setbacks, love betrayal, friend betrayal, no one could understand me. When James Grayson saw this picture, he said exactly like you. He just kept standing still at your present position, looked at this picture, without saying a word. After a while, I secretly looked at him, and I saw him crying." Stephen sighed.

A drop of hot tears rolled down from Hannah Clarke's eyes. Then, the tears became a string of beads. She felt uncontrollable and turned her face away.

The reason why the painting made her want to cry was that it was a complete picture of her heart.

At that time, she was betrayed by marriage, suppressed by her father, and aggravated by her mother's illness. She was lonely and desperate.

James Grayson was the flash through the window, just a glimpse but it was bright.

She just felt the warmth of the light, opened the door, and rushed out regardless of anything, ignoring the branches that were projected on the window and swayed like demons.

When she rushed out, she found that there were not only bright flashes of lightning outside, but also a plague of howling wind and torrential rain.

Her infatuation touched the lightning. She wanted to take that light and bring with herself in order to light up her way home..........

She knew what she thought and what James Grayson should be the same.

"Are you crying, too?" Stephen asked.

Hannah Clarke wiped her tears and smiled, "Tthat's Mr. Stephen's painting. It's very good. It has a sense of reality. It can make people think of many things. This is an incredible painting that can make people immerse in it."

"Miss Clarke can really praise well. I'll ask someone take it down for you later. Now I know why you can become Eric's girlfriend. Eric Jordan, that kid has a very high vision. You really deserve him, and you are qualified to be a countess." Stephen said admiringly.

Hannah Clarke smiled.

Eric Jordan was just her umbrella. She never wanted to be a countess. She just wanted to maintain her present situation.

"By the way, Mr. Stephen, can you please not tell anyone about my crying? I will be embarrassed." Hannah Clarke said sheepishly.

Stephen nodded,. "Because of this incident at home. I may not be able to see you off tomorrow. Whenever you have time later. G, give me a call. I'll send someone to receive you, and you will be my guest for a few days. I'll show you the scenery on the island."

Hannah Clarke nodded, "Tthank you, Mr. Stephen."

Hannah Clarke went out of the studio. Stephen saw James Grayson when he went back. He went to him, lowered his voice, and said, "That girl, the one named Hannah Clarke, took a fancy to the painting you saw, '[Yearns for light']. She also cried. She cried harder than you. The tears were uncontrollable."

James Grayson glanced at him and twisted his eyebrows,. "How do you know I cried?"

"Well... Did I say that? I'm in agony. I'm sorry for the nonsense." Stephen walked away without waiting for James Grayson to speak.