"Oscar, I don't believe you're Remi. Genius or not, I still don't believe it. We picked up a brush at the same time. I refuse to believe that a lifetime of my effort can't match the few days you spent learning," Clara muttered.…By the time Oscar returned from the exhibition, his mood had lightened considerably.In the first few days after the Chamberlains threw him out, he could not calm down at all. Every waking moment, he replayed everything that had happened in that house.But over the past few days, those scenes no longer surfaced in his mind. The way those women carried themselves now filled him with disgust.Instead, whenever his thoughts wandered, they turned to the Millers, especially Rebecca: the way she sat quietly reading, the way she argued with others on his behalf, and the way she felt afraid yet still stepped forward when she had to. Each image filled the hollow place in his chest, and that was what family felt like.And now, after dragging Clara down from her pe
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