NovelOnlineChapter 811
It was then someone from the Art Academy typed a new message.
“We’ve been tagging her for two hours now. Even a blind man can see it. I think she’s avoiding us.”
“Maybe she’s scared and embarrassed to admit it.” Christopher had enough of the criticism and
decided to step up.
“Enough. Stop this at once.”
However, his warning did not deter them as it only fueled their frustration more.
“Mr. President, her work represents the face of the academy. If this gets out, it’ll embarrass the whole
organization. You sided with her too much.”
“I know how much you liked her before but now, she’s a piece of garbage.”
“You want us to stop because we’re saying the wrong thing? No, it’s the truth. If you want to stop us
from talking about this, we’ll leave the academy.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Yeah, we’ll leave.”
The situation slowly snowballed out of control and many of them threatened to leave the academy.
Sylvia decided to type a reply with her shivering hands.
“I painted it.”
The chat group went silent for a few seconds before more criticism came.
“Ms. Ross admitted it.” “What happened to you, Ms. Ross? How could you paint this in a live
demonstration? Have you run out of inspiration?”
“Even if she’s out of inspiration, it shouldn’t be this bad either. I believe Ms. Ross’ previous paintings
are all painted by someone else.” “My, my, it’s possible.”
“Okay, Ms. Ross. Now that you’ve embarrassed everyone in the art industry and ruined the reputation
of the Art Academy, what are you going to do about it?” Sylvia frowned. “I’ll leave the academy.”
She quit the chat group right after she tapped the “Send” button. She then continued to quit other art-
related chat groups one after another. Soon, everything returned to peace but she was also shivering in
fear.
She no longer wanted to see any of the criticism or be
related to anyone from the art industry. She tossed her phone aside and buried her face in her pillow.
The room plunged into silence.
Her head kept replaying the harsh comments she
received and the painting that she did.
She was nothing but a piece of garbage who could not paint.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands and wept silently until she felt a
sting in her belly.
The baby in her stomach kicked her. Sylvia’s expression changed and she immediately stoked her belly
to comfort the little guy. “I’m sorry my baby. Did I make you uncomfortable?” 1
She then laid straight on the bed to release the pressure and tension from her belly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, the little guy kicked her again.
Was it because the baby knew she was sad?
Sylvia wiped her tears away and took a deep breath. She said softly, “Okay, okay, I’ll stop crying.
Please don’t kick me anymore.”
As soon as her words subsided, the baby stopped moving.
Sylvia was amused by the reaction and she could not help
but chuckle.
Her terrible mood got better.
She got out of bed and washed her face with warm water before she sat down in front of the ceiling-to-
floor window to stare at the sky.
The warm sun shed its warmth on her, warming not only her body but also her mood.
The sun washed away the terrible criticism and the painting away from her mind. She shut her eyes to
rest and put her hands on her belly softly.
She sat there until the sun set and the sky turned dark.
She only got up when her stomach started growling.
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