The same could not be said for his wife, Gladys, who was now smiling at me.
“Thank you, Madam Gladys.” I replied, returning her smile.
“You know, from the look of things,we might have a partnership too. How about we become fr—”
The loud cheers and clapping of hands from the rest of the audience interrupted her words. Apparently,we were about to start the activities, which consisted of a painting,an outdoor race competition, and fundraising for orphan children.
The voice of the host sounded from the podium.“So for the first part,either the father or mother has to come out and draw a family portrait painting.”
I couldn't help but worry about the announcement. I was not a good painter, and it seems Ethan has some trauma from painting from the way he first reacted in that secret room.
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