Chapter 390

The owner of the art gallery smiled and looked at me kindly. Then, as he shared heartfeltly about the past, I learned about the truth. My mother and Mr. Reuben Fraser, who was the owner of this art gallery, knew each other from that serene little town. They were not just neighbors, but they played an important role in each other's life growing up. Mr. Fraser was passionate about art from a very young age, whereas my mother had a magical touch where she could transform emotions into beautiful, scenic art pieces. Their friendship had transformed into a very close bond of mutual understanding and rapport over the passage of time. "Hilda's talents were a gift from the heavens. Her art wasn't just a combination of lines and colors, but also a true reflection of what she was feeling inside." Mr. Fraser's words were filled with nothing but admiration and fond remembrance of my mother's talents, but I sensed that there was something more to that. "She once told me that every piece of her