Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200: I could be wrong

They said beauty was in the eye of the beholder. One person could look average to some but like a goddess to another.

It made Penny wonder—was this just about perspective? About her eyes and Enzo Pierson’s?

After all, Enzo Pierson had drawn and painted Naylani so beautifully, like she was divine. He hadn’t finished the painting, but it was clear he had put immense time and effort into capturing her eyes—those dark, mesmerizing eyes that seemed to stare back at Penny.

"What an unsettling feeling... looking at a person’s painting," Penny murmured, slowly getting lost in both the artwork and the photograph in her hand. "What is it? Why does this bother me so much?"

Silence settled around her, but even so, Butler Lee’s gentle voice made her jolt.

"Young Madam." He smiled as she flinched. "Apologies for startling you. That wasn’t my intention."

"It’s okay, Butler Lee." She chuckled awkwardly. "Are we leaving?"

"Not yet, but the Master asked me to check on you. He’s busy coordinating with the pilot who will pick you up," he explained as he stepped inside, stopping a few steps from Penny before glancing at the canvas. "That’s the Master’s painting—your late father-in-law’s work."

"Mhm. Renren told me." Penny smacked her lips and gazed at the painting. "I didn’t know until now that he was such a great painter."

"They said that if he hadn’t gone into business, he would’ve been one of the great artists of his time," Butler Lee remarked, scanning the workshop. "At one point, the Master wanted to erase all traces of that woman. Yet, for some reason, he kept this painting. When he passed, the Old Madam wanted to throw it away as well."

"Then how is it still here?" Penny asked, her curiosity piqued.

Butler Lee smiled faintly. "Because it is one of the Master’s best works."

"By ’best works,’ do you mean this painting is heavily embellished?"

"Not at all." He shook his head. "I only met that woman twice—once before her pregnancy, and then again a few years later, after the Young Master was born."

He paused, then turned to the painting. "She looked exactly like this—at least, before she gave birth."

"What about after?"

"She still looked the same," Butler Lee answered just as quickly, his gaze shifting to the photograph in Penny’s hand. "Just like that."

His response was direct, yet something about it made Penny suspect there was a deeper meaning behind his words. Slowly, she shifted her focus between the family portrait and the painting.

"Before she gave birth, she looked exactly like this painting. But afterward..." she trailed off, her eyes flickering back to the family photograph. "Say, Butler Lee... am I overthinking things?"

She lifted her head and met his gaze. "Or does it feel like the woman in this painting and the one in the photograph are..."