Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 63

The next morning.

Seren woke early to find, as usual, that Lennon was nowhere to be seen. All that awaited her was the familiar breakfast and a note.

After she finished eating, she made her way to the study.

Even though her work was done and there was no need to go to The Antiquarian's Gallery, she kept to her daily routine of practicing the fundamentals. Mastering a craft, after all, relied not only on talent but—perhaps more importantly—on relentless practice and discipline.

Mid-practice, Seth called. Quentin had brought Old Mr. Shepherd over to inspect the painting, and Seth asked if she could come by the gallery, too.

Without hesitation, Seren hung up and headed out.

Arriving at The Antiquarian's Gallery, she stepped into the reception room and immediately spotted Seth, conversing with an elderly gentleman.

The man wore a tailored suit with a waistcoat and gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His hair, slicked back to perfection, shone under the lights—each strand meticulously in place. He exuded the air of a retired statesman: dignified, quietly commanding.

At that moment, he was wearing gloves and holding an oversized magnifying glass, scrutinizing the painting Seren had just completed—Peaks Piercing the Spring Clouds—on the easel.

Beside him stood Quentin, hands folded obediently at his sides like a schoolboy, his usually mischievous, wandering gaze now fixed straight ahead.

Seren could easily guess the man's identity.

Quentin's grandfather, Old Mr. Shepherd.

Seren didn't interrupt his inspection. She exchanged a glance with Seth and Quentin, then quietly waited by the wall.

Seth's expression was unusually serious. He trusted Seren, but in this world, some clients were notoriously hard to please—always looking for flaws, no matter how small.

Quentin also glanced at Seren. Old Mr. Shepherd was known for his discerning eye and exacting standards—most people simply couldn't meet them. Even though Seren was the direct protégé of Mr. Shaw, Quentin knew she'd spent three years in the Powers family, her skills left to rust. Three years was a long time to be out of practice.

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