Chapter 1243

That was a cursed painting from the Wiktorian Era. Edwin looked at the painting, stunned. "Is something wrong with this painting? But it's impossible. My uncle gave it to me and said he spent a million dollars on it." It was such a beautiful painting, yet it turned out to be cursed. Uncle? Skylar thought of Ernest, Edwin's uncle. "There's something off about this painting. It's like it has some kind of magic, making it hard to look away," Caleb remarked. Seeing Edwin's stunned expression, Skylar asked, "Did he give you anything else?" "No, this painting was a gift from him over a month ago. Could he have purposely given it to me to harm me?" Edwin might be morally questionable, but he wasn't stupid. Even in his drunken state, Edwin realized that if Ernest knew this painting was cursed and still gave it to him, it could mean Ernest had intended to harm him. Skylar furrowed her brows but didn't respond. They could only deduce whether Ernest intended to harm Edwin. She focused o