The woman in the painting looked at me tenderly as if she were trying to silently comfort me.My nose stung as I held back my tears.Mom passed away when I was young, leaving me with only this portrait of herself. She had said that she hoped to see me get married, have children, and live a good life through the eyes of her portrait.Naturally, Iris also knew that the portrait was the most important thing to me. She briefly hesitated before she pointed at the hallway and said, "Put the painting there for now."Aaron's eyes flashed. He dashed forward and snatched the painting from the staff member, saying, "What Iris means is that we need to take good care of something so precious."Although it sounded like he intended to treat the painting with care, what he actually did was drop a lit lighter on the floor.The flames swiftly licked up the fragile canvas, burning away Mom's image within seconds.My eyes widened as I lunged at the painting, but I was only able to grab a fistful of
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