Chapter 599 I Have a Gift Too?
"You're such a great sister," Blake said, ruffling Abella's hair with a big smile.
"What about mine?" Winston asked, curious about what Abella had for him—maybe a painting or something else?
"Check WhatsApp," Abella replied.
"WhatsApp?" Winston was confused. When he opened it, he found a clue.
Abella had tracked down Nicole's biological family in New York. She thought they'd have results soon.
"And this," Abella handed him a small bottle. "You're a forensic pathologist. Sometimes during an autopsy, you might inhale toxic gases or get poisoned. This will help; the instructions are detailed."
Previously, someone had committed suicide in a sealed space with a toxic solution. The harmful substances evaporated, and a forensic pathologist inhaled the gas during the autopsy. By the time he got to the hospital, it was too late.
"I'll keep it with me always," Winston said, touched by Abella's thoughtfulness.
"For Dennis, I didn't know what he likes, so I quickly drew a picture. Can you pass it on?" Abella handed another painting to Steven.
"Abella," James walked over with a warm smile.
"Uncle James, happy holidays," Abella said, giving him a gift.
"Let me see what my niece got me. Is this a painting by Cordelia?" James recognized the grand work and signature, knowing it was by Cordelia. He was surprised and felt a bit sorry for Abella spending so much.
"Abella, you're too extravagant," James said.
Cordelia was a master in the art world, and her works were expensive and hard to get.
Aimee playfully reminded, "Mr. Harris, look closer. Doesn't this paper look familiar?"
James looked closely and realized it was spare paper from his study.
Usually, only Aimee had access to his study.
So, Aimee must have taken the paper.
But what about the grand painting on it?
"This was painted by Ms. Abella Medici!" Aimee revealed with a smile.
James was stunned. "What?"
Beckett, admiring the painting Abella gave him, said, "Oh, Abella is Cordelia. She can paint three or four pieces in an hour."
James was shocked, looking at Beckett, Kimberly, and his nephews. They all knew Abella's identity.
So, he was the only one who didn't know the famous Cordelia was his niece?
Cordelia was a legend in the art world, known for her exceptional skills. Everyone in the art community knew her.
He never expected the master painter Cordelia to be his own niece!
"Abella, you are truly outstanding," James praised sincerely.
This kind of excellence was rare and exceptional.
"Uncle James, you should keep it well. Abella's works are priceless, and many people would fight to get them," Winston said with a smile.
"If you think the paper is too plain, you can give it to me or sell it to me at a high price," Blake said eagerly, but James quickly put the painting away. "No."
Even though it was created quickly, Abella's smooth brushstrokes and bold style perfectly blended form and spirit, full of life and energy.
No wonder she was the master Cordelia, capturing the toughest aspects of form and spirit so accurately in no time.
Abella then walked over to Lola and handed her a gift.
Lola was surprised. "I have one too?"
When she opened it, she saw four words written by Abella: [Contentment Brings Happiness.]
Lola knew Abella was Magnolia, and these words were a rare treasure. Thinking about their meaning and the cheap bracelet she had given Abella before, along with what James had said, she felt a bit guilty.
"Thank you, Abella," she said, feeling a bit guilty inside.
No one expected Abella to prepare a gift for Lola, and they looked at her with even more warmth. The atmosphere became much more harmonious.
James noticed the handwriting looked familiar, like Magnolia's.
"I forgot to mention, Abella is Magnolia," Kimberly said.
James looked at Kimberly in disbelief. "What did you say?"
It took James a while to fully digest this fact. He never expected Abella to be so outstanding and have so many identities.
Next, everyone sat on the sofa, and James clapped his hands as one performance after another began.
There were ballet dancers performing gracefully, a magician doing fascinating tricks, and clowns and comedians making everyone laugh.
Abella checked the time; it was almost 9 P.M. She remembered she had promised Phillipe to spend some time with him.
She sent a message to Phillipe.
Abella: [Where are you?]
Phillipe, whose palms were freezing, quickly replied.
Phillipe: [Are you done? I'm nearby. When are you free? I'll come to pick you up.]
Abella: [Now.]
After sending the message, Abella whispered to James, "I'm going out for a bit."
James thought she meant going to the garden for some fresh air and nodded. "Do you need me to come with you?"
"No need."
Phillipe got into the car and drove to the estate entrance. The car was warm inside, and the driver couldn't help but feel happy for Phillipe. They no longer had to be ice sculptures outside!
After a while, Phillipe got out and walked towards the estate. A beautiful girl walked out, her skin fairer than snow, her features outstanding, and her clear eyes like stars in the sky.
So, Phillipe was waiting for her. What a beautiful girl, she looked even younger than Phillipe. Was she even eighteen?
It turned out Phillipe wasn't just looking at the estate; he was looking at his beloved!
Phillipe finally saw Abella and hugged her tightly, whispering, "Merry Christmas Eve, Merry Christmas."
White snowflakes fell gently, like a mist.
"Your gift," Abella said, handing him a quickly drawn picture. Because she was at James' house, she had to use paper and pen for a temporary gift.
"I have a gift too?" Phillipe's eyes lit up with joy. When he opened it, he saw a snowy scene with a couple tightly embracing. The couple's figures and clothing were clearly them.
Phillipe's happiness couldn't be described. He reached out to touch Abella's face and said excitedly, "I love this gift so much. Did you prepare it for a long time?"
Abella didn't dare to say it took less than 20 minutes.
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