Chapter 401 A Genius Still Eager to Learn
Jessie's recovery was going well.
By the time Darwin returned from his grandmother's memorial with his wife and kids, Jessie would be ready to be discharged.
Upon hearing this, Chicago hummed tunes while walking and swung her little legs non-stop when seated in the car.
Her bright mood was infectious.
Both her brother and father felt uplifted, too.
"We must hurry up; I still have a study plan this afternoon!" Chicago muttered.
Darwin laughed as he lifted her from the car. "Got it."
The designer was thrilled to see Chicago, even more than Darwin, his primary client. "Chicago, sweetie, I was so worried you wouldn't visit if you didn't like it here!"
"Why wouldn't I?" Chicago said, glancing around with her big eyes, searching.
The designer quickly understood and said, "That bad uncle—we already fired him!"
"Good." Chicago nodded gently.
Jason laid out an array of color swatches across the table. "Take your pick, Chicago. Which ones match the hues in your design sketches?" he said gently. "Once you've decided, just mark them."
"Okay," Chicago acknowledged with a nod.
She settled onto the couch, poring over the selections with focused intent. When it came to colors, she didn't need to consult anyone else; her grasp was precise and unerring.
"That's the life," the designer said, his gaze moving between Chicago and Darwin Solomon. "Mr. Solomon, if I had your luck, I'd wake up smiling in my sleep."
Following the incident that day, the designer, with a heavy heart, retrieved the security footage, intent on reviewing the entire sequence of events. He figured something the kids did must have set Allen off. Otherwise, why would he erupt like that?
But to his astonishment, the footage revealed a solo performance of Allen's meltdown.
And among his shocking discoveries, he noticed Darwin's usually reticent son, Charles, busied himself with his smartphone from the moment Allen targeted his sister.
It wasn't until the end, when Allen was subdued, that Charles stepped forward with his phone in hand, confronting Allen.
The designer learned that this quiet boy had somehow uncovered evidence of Allen's cheating and broadcast it far and wide—to Allen's school, his mentor, and his awarding organizations. The designer received a copy in his studio's inbox as well.
Despite the absurdity, he couldn't help but suspect Solomon's prodigious children possessed more than just raw talent; Charles seemed to have impressive hacking skills.
Darwin received the compliment gracefully, replying humbly, "It's all thanks to their mother."
The designer paused, surprised by the mention of the kids' mother. "Mr. Solomon, I hope you'll excuse my curiosity," the designer asked softly, "but I was wondering... about Charles and Chicago's mother..."
Darwin looked at him, puzzled. "My wife, of course. Who else would it be?"
The designer wore a look of astonishment.
Just then, Chicago looked up at him, and Darwin instantly switched into his affectionate dad mode, quickly approaching and asking tenderly, "What's up?"
"I'm done choosing," Chicago replied sweetly.
"That quick?" the designer exclaimed in surprise.
Darwin took the tablet from her, moving aside the fabric samples laid out before Chicago. The designer and his assistant started to compare them hurriedly. Soon, he entrusted the entire comparison task to his assistant.
There was simply no room for doubt. Chicago's flair for color was nothing short of extraordinary. No wonder some say her talent is enough to make even the most outstanding masters green with envy.
"Rest assured, I'll recreate your design to perfection!" The designer suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of conviction.
"Thank you," Chicago said politely with a nod, then stood up. "Brother, let's head home!"
"Sure," Charles replied, putting down his phone and getting up with an air of calm composure.
As he watched them, the designer couldn't help but feel that despite their quiet demeanor, every action they took exuded the presence of true power players.
"Chicago, could you spare a moment?" the designer asked, turning to Darwin. "Mr. Solomon, I apologize for the oversight last time. I've felt quite bad about it. I insist you stay today; please let me treat your family to a nice meal!"
"Uncle, that won't be possible," Chicago answered for Darwin. "I have to study and won't have the time."
Darwin nearly chuckled.
Just yesterday, Chicago tried every trick in the book to avoid studying.
And today, she had transformed into someone who wouldn't waste a minute, always ready to hit the books.
"I see…" The designer's face fell with disappointment.
He had wanted to bring up the purchase of a painting and the traditional artist who had been eagerly waiting for a response from Chicago's parents, incessantly asking about it. The designer had hoped to help out with that conversation.
"By the way, have you decided what you'd like me to draw for you?" At that moment, little Chicago took the initiative to ask.
The designer was deeply touched. "Well, it's early summer. My wife loves roses. If it's alright with you, Chicago, could you paint a picture of roses?"
"Sure!" Chicago agreed instantly.
"That's wonderful! My wife is going to be ecstatic!" The designer clapped his hands with joy.
As Darwin and his family were leaving, the designer mustered the courage to ask, "Oh, the last time you came with your child, a traditional artist was interested in taking Chicago as his exclusive apprentice. Have you and your wife given it any thought?"
Darwin looked at Chicago.
Blinking, Chicago replied, "I can't right now. I need to study."
No more tears for Darwin!
She had to learn and excel!
As the designer saw the family off, he couldn't help but reflect in admiration.
What kind of family was this? Both parents were world-class tycoons, and their child was a prodigy. Yet, despite such a head start, studying was always on the young one's mind!
Thinking about his child made the designer smile softly.
His son spent his days adventuring with his mother, scaling mountains, or exploring the seas.
But that was fine.
In this world, the notion of every child being a prodigy would render the term meaningless.
His child, sunny, energetic, and carefree, was a blessing in its own right.
He felt delighted at the thought of presenting his wife with a painting shortly. If his work on the Chicago piece progressed quickly enough, it could make a perfect birthday gift this year.
"This year's luck is something else!" he thought.
"Boss, all the custom orders have been arranged," his assistant announced, popping into the office just as he returned.
"Stay on top of it; we can't afford any slip-ups with these designs," the designer instructed sternly.
"Rest assured." The assistant paused, pushing a coffee towards him. "Uh, I heard Allen went missing."
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