Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife

Chapter 193 She Died

After walking into the studio, Kara saw Jamya cleaning up. She smiled and went forward to greet

Jamya.

"Jamya."

Jamya looked up at her and asked, "Have you finished your work?"

"No." Kara coughed guiltily.

Jamya turned around to wipe the table with a rag and grabbed the watering pot when she saw Kara

take it.

"Hurry up and finish your job!"

Kara was stunned and looked at her in surprise.

"If I complete my work, aren't you worried that I'll win over you?"

Jamya snorted, "The person I want to defeat is never you, but myself!"

Kara was speechless.

Kara stared at her in shock. In the past, her mother seemed to have said this to her as well.

She admired Jamya could think in this way.

"Don't stare at me with such adoration. Master Larry often said these words. Although drawing requires

knowledge and cultivation, from another perspective, it is also a kind of cultivation."

Jamya had her own pride. She looked down on this little girl and did not believe Kara would have the

chance to win.

"If you can beat me, it can only mean that I'm not good enough. That way, I won't bother to go to the

bigger stage and lose my face. Besides, I can save the travel expenses."

Kara blinked. Her temper was really like Larry's.

However, watering the flowers wasn't compatible with her drawing. She took the pot from Jamya and

turned to water the flowers.

Larry liked flowers. The studio was filled with all kinds of expensive flowers, which needed to be taken

good care of.

She also remembered that Larry said in class that painting was much the same as growing flowers,

which required you to treat them with your heart. This was also true for painting. A true art needed soul.

And to achieve that goal, you must hone your skills.

"So, everyone who is admitted here can think independently." Kara thought.

What ability would she need to cultivate if she wanted to continue staying at work?

She went upstairs and was more motivated to finish the unfinished work.

In the afternoon, Larry came.

He ordered someone to ask Kara downstairs and let the crowd judge their works.

The work was placed together, and Larry stared at Kara's work in shock.

A woman with a bunch of white flowers, smiling happily, was running towards somewhere.

It wasn't that she drew very well, but the woman she drew surprised him.

Jamya looked at the painting and her expression changed. She stared at Kara in disbelief.

She felt that Kara was looking for trouble and was very angry.

"Kara, have you seen this girl before?" Larry asked in a cold voice.

Kara shook her head in confusion, "Donald gave me a black USB and inside is this girl's story. I want to

give this painting to Donald whether I win or lose."

"Give it to me?"

The door of the studio was pushed open. Donald raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard Kara

saying his name.

Kara raised her head and looked at Donald in surprise.

It had only been a few days, and he looked haggard. He had dark eyes circles, and he was obviously

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"Donald, are you alright?" Kara asked worriedly.

Donald shrugged and was about to go over to see Kara's work when he was scolded by Larry.

"Donald, you just came back. Go and rest."

Larry found a piece of dirty cloth and threw it on Kara's work to cover the face of the girl in the painting.

"Kara, your work is not good. Draw another one."

Kara frowned and stared at her work. She looked at Larry in confusion.

"Master Larry, why?"

"No reason!" Larry berated.

Kara was so frightened that her face turned pale. She clenched her small fists so that she did not

tremble, but she still felt strange.

"Master Larry, that is Kara's gift to me. Isn't it inappropriate for you to handle it so casually?" Donald

chuckled.

He wanted to walk over to take the painting but was stopped by Larry.

"Kara's skills are not mature yet. It's not worth looking."

The more Larry tried to stop him, the more curious Donald was about what Kara had drawn.

He was not in a good mood these days. He did not want to miss something he was interested in.

As he walked past Larry, he was once again stopped by Larry.

"Master Larry, it's not good for you to be so domineering."

Donald had learned some martial arts, so he dodged Larry. He walked to Kara's work and took off the

dirty cloth.

When he saw the woman in the painting, his expression changed. His eyes turned cold.

Perhaps it was because this scene was too shocking. Emotions flooded his mind. At that moment, he

didn't think too much about it. He just didn't want to see the woman's face.

With a tearing sound, the piece of paper was torn in half by him.

Kara's eyes widened in shock, her face pale.

Everyone stared at Donald in shock, not knowing why Donald who was always gentle would lose his

temper.

"Kara, what do you mean?"

Kara was frightened when she heard Donald's cold voice, but she did not back down.

"Although the little girl looks weak, I am happy to see her smile."

Kara stared at the torn painting on the ground and took a deep breath, "Donald, you hate her!"

She did not say who she was, but Donald knew and so did Larry.

"Shut up!"

Larry growled and pulled Kara upstairs.

The others felt the anger on Donald. They didn't dare to stay any longer and all left.

Donald stood alone in the empty studio, staring at the woman on the ground, who wore a clean and

pure smile.

Her smile had always been very sweet, but at this moment, looking at her smile, he felt ridiculous.

She dug out his heart, but she ran away irresponsibly.

She fled to a place he could not find. How hateful.

But how could she be so stupid?

Others said that her existence would do harm to him, so she believed and left. What a fool. How

heartless!

Donald did not realize that his tear start to fall on the painting. The tear hit the corner of the woman's

mouth. He slowly picked up the paintings on the ground with regret and put them together bit by bit.

A broken drawing could be put together.

But how could he put together his broken heart?

In the art studio upstairs, Kara was still confused, not knowing what she had done wrong.

Larry said, "That girl..."

"She passed away."

Kara didn't say anything.

Kara was shocked and stared at Larry in a daze, her heart filled with regret.

Previously, she received a call from Donald. At that time, she didn't hear him clearly. She just felt that

he was not in a good mood.

She felt that maybe it was because of that girl. She imagined the scene of the girl calling Donald.

She must have a face full of smiles. So, Kara wanted to draw her down and comfort Donald with this

work.

The white flowers in the painting were to hope that she could become a bride for someone and then

take them to the wedding.

However, she messed things up.

"Master Larry, I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose."

She did not want to evoke sadness in Donald.

Larry wanted to flare up, but when he saw the little girl's pale face and reddened eyes, he swallowed

the words.

Her work was still not bad, and the meaning was good, as good as that of Jamya's.

"Forget about the competition. You should rest for a few days."

Larry left the studio. Kara sat in front of the drawing board in a daze. After a while, she took out his

phone and found James' number.