In that moment, Henry Carson was the epitome of composure. He waved his hand dismissively towards Rowan Erickson, “This painting was a gift from a friend, intended as a birthday present for Grandpa. Since it seems to have been mistaken for trash, I might as well take it back.”
With those words, Henry carefully wrapped the painting and placed it back into the elegant rosewood box, while Joseph Mitchell's face twitched visibly, a clear sign of his agitation.
"Theo Roberts couldn't help but see an opportunity, his eyes darting with cunning. “Henry Carson, you can’t just take back a gift after giving it, especially not a birthday gift for Grandpa! Are you really going to reclaim it?”
Henry responded with a scoff, “Weren't you the one devaluing it just a moment ago? Now that it's suddenly pr
