Chapter 432 Overheard
"One cannot simply arrange a wedding in such a lackluster manner. Abella has truly captured my heart," declared Mrs. Bourbon, her smile radiant. "And it's not just me. Andrew is quite taken with her as well."Her husband, Andrew, chuckled in agreement. "Claire speaks the truth. It's not just us, even the elders in our family are quite fond of this young woman. She's intelligent, beautiful, and remarkably talented, yet she remains so humble. She's a painter, a sculptor, a pianist, even a brand founder... The list of her talents seems endless."Mrs. Bourbon chimed in again, her voice filled with awe. "And I heard she scored perfectly on her SATs this time! Margaret, how did you and Mr. Medici manage to raise such an extraordinary girl?"The Medici couple were taken aback. A painter and a sculptor? When had this happened? Why were they unaware?"Did you say Abella is a painter?" Mr. Medici couldn't help but inquire.Mrs. Medici echoed her husband's surprise. "A sculptor?"Their questions hung in the air as they turned their gaze to Abella, who was descending the staircase. They were utterly astounded. When had their daughter acquired these additional talents?Abella was equally surprised to discover her identities were exposed as she descended the stairs post-bath. She hadn't expected the Bourbons to arrive so early. She greeted everyone present with polite cordiality."Abella, you're here!" Mrs. Bourbon's eyes sparkled with admiration and satisfaction as she took in her future daughter-in-law's casual attire. She found the girl utterly charming. "Come sit here," she beckoned warmly, guiding Abella to a seat beside her.Andrew greeted Abella with a friendly smile before turning to Mr. Medici. "Don't you know? Abella is Cordelia Grey..."Cordelia Grey was a name well-known within the art community for her exceptional painting skills. With her masterful techniques, fluid strokes, and daring creativity, she had single-handedly elevated the entire art form. Each of her works was a testament to her high standards, earning her widespread admiration."Isn't her painting still hanging there?" Andrew gestured towards a painting on the wall, another of her masterpieces.Mr. Medici had purchased the painting at an auction a year prior, captivated by its beauty and willing to part with a hundred million dollars to display it in his living room. Little did he know, the artist behind the piece was his own daughter...His daughter, who had been home for quite some time, had never mentioned that she was the artist behind the painting. Abella had been incredibly modest all this while!In truth, Abella hadn't been modest. She simply hadn't known Mr. Medici at the time and had set a high price when the painting was taken to auction. Seeing the painting later had filled her with a twinge of guilt.Suddenly, Mr. Medici remembered something. On Abella's first day home, her gaze had lingered on a portrait titled "Portrait of Helena Furman." It was a remarkable piece by the renowned European painter Rubens, and Abella had suggested hanging it in the bedroom.Now, it made sense. The painting, though exquisite, had seemed out of place among the modern art pieces in the living room. In the bedroom, it complemented the other artworks perfectly. Abella must have recognized it as an original immediately. She had such a discerning eye."Abella is also the sculptor Magnolia..." Mrs. Bourbon began, recounting her first encounter with Abella. The more she spoke, the more her joy seemed to bubble over.
The Medici pair had never anticipated the multitude of identities Abella had managed to conceal. It was beyond their wildest imaginations that, by a stroke of serendipity, she had not only rescued Mrs. Bourbon but had also captivated both Mr. and Mrs. Bourbon's hearts. Such a twist of fate was nothing short of astonishing.Upon returning home from a social gathering with her friends, Lola was greeted by the revelation of Abella's newfound identity and the chorus of praise that accompanied it. Disbelief washed over her, painting a picture of shock across her features. The idea that the sculptor Magnolia, whom she had admired for over two years, was none other than Abella herself was beyond her comprehension!And to think that all the artworks she had painstakingly acquired were the creations of Abella...Abella was Cordelia Grey...She was not just a painter, but a renowned sculptor as well!How could Abella possess such a myriad of identities?Despite her lack of recognition in the Wilson family and a childhood marred by neglect...Regardless of the identity she assumed, it completely eclipsed Lola...Rooted to the spot by the doorway, Lola was a whirlwind of emotions. It wasn't until Lauren, who was distributing refreshments, happened to pass by and called out, "Lola?" that she snapped back to reality.Only when she entered the living room, under Lauren's surprised gaze, did Lola manage to summon her well-rehearsed, standard smile and cordially greet everyone present."Lola is back, huh?" Mrs. Bourbon remarked with a smile, her gaze filled with dignity and warmth. She had always been indifferent towards Lola, but now greeted her with amiability upon her return.Andrew also turned his attention to Lola, asking with a jovial smile, "Went out to play?""Hello, Mr. Bourbon, Mrs. Bourbon, it's been a while. Yes, I was out with some friends and just returned." Lola responded with a smile, then turned to her family, her expression a picture of grace and elegance."Dad, Mom, sis, you carry on. I'm going upstairs to freshen up. Mr. Bourbon, Mrs. Bourbon, please excuse me for a moment." She spoke and moved with poise, betraying no signs of irregularity."Alright." Mrs. Bourbon observed that the girl seemed remarkably composed. It appeared that the engagement hadn't affected her as much as they had thought. After all, having lived a comfortable life in the Bourbon family for eighteen years and having been brought up with the Bourbon family's values, she should know her place.With these thoughts, she didn't dwell on it any further."As for Lola..." Mr. Bourbon began, glancing at Mr. Medici, hesitating to continue."Lola is reasonable,” Mr. Medici interjected with a laugh, “She won’t insist on what doesn't belong to her... It's all my fault. If I had been more vigilant back then, we wouldn't have caused such a misunderstanding... Making the two children bear burdens they shouldn't have..." Guilt weighed heavily on Mr. Medici's heart, especially towards Abella.While Lola may not have been their own flesh and blood, she had been spoiled by the Medici family for eighteen years without experiencing any hardships.Abella's situation, however, was a stark contrast. The Wilson family had only gained wealth later on, and Abella had endured a great deal of hardship since her youth. All her talents were the fruits of her labor and perseverance...Not just Mr. Medici, but the entire Medici family owed Abella a great deal."All of these arrangements are nothing but fate. Now that Abella is back, there will only be more laughter and joy in this family in the future..." Andrew chuckled, skillfully steering the conversation in a different direction.Just then, a servant arrived with a message, "Mr. Medici, Mrs. Medici, Phillipe is here."Phillipe, donned in a meticulously tailored suit that radiated an aura of nobility and restraint, entered the room. "Mr. Medici, Mrs. Medici, I apologize for my tardiness. I had something come up unexpectedly."
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