Chapter 153 Running Into Him Everywhere
At ten o'clock, Scarlett walked into the museum, where Finnian was waiting at the entrance and came up to greet her.
"You're here." Finnian was wearing his usual workwear-style clothes, which actually fit quite well with today's art exhibition.
Scarlett asked with a smile, "Been waiting long?"
Finnian smiled back, "I just got here too."
After meeting up, they walked into the exhibition hall together. Quite a few people were already there, but everyone was well-mannered, keeping the entire gallery very quiet.
From the moment Scarlett entered the exhibition hall, she started looking at the paintings. Almost every piece continued Kenna's usual style—bold, passionate, celebrating the vitality of life.
Until she reached a painting at the very back, she stopped. This one had a different style.
The painting showed a Tibetan mastiff standing in an endless wilderness, looking up at the infinite sky, with a herd of Tibetan antelopes migrating nearby. The scene was spectacular and moving.
Kenna's style had always been passionate, but this painting showed peace—the magnificence of nature that inspired reverence and admiration for natural beauty.
"You like this painting?" Finnian walked over and asked.
Scarlett seemed to have placed herself inside the painting. She nodded, "I really like it. It's different from Kenna's usual style."
"This painting is indeed my transitional work. I didn't expect this young lady to notice." A voice came from behind Scarlett. She turned around in surprise to see a woman with red lips and short hair, around forty years old, with bright eyes, looking at her.
She was stunned for a moment—it was Kenna! She had seen Kenna's photos before. The next second, her face showed shock and joy.
"Kenna!" Scarlett's eyes lit up with the happiness of meeting her idol.
Kenna smiled slightly, "Hello, I'm Kenna."
"Hello, I've always loved your paintings. I finally get to meet you in person today." Scarlett was surprised.
"Thank you." After speaking, Kenna turned directly to look at Finnian beside them, "Finnian, aren't you going to introduce us?"
Finnian looked down with a smile, "Aunt Kenna, this is Scarlett Mellon, my junior from school."
Then he introduced Scarlett, "Scarlett, this is the famous painter Kenna Wallace, also my aunt."
Scarlett finally believed it—so they really were aunt and nephew.
"Hello, I'm Scarlett." Scarlett greeted Kenna humbly again.
"Hello, Ms. Mellon. I'm Kenna Wallace, Finnian's aunt. From now on, you can call me Aunt Kenna like Finnian does."
Scarlett smiled slightly, finding Kenna very approachable.
"Ms. Mellon spotted what's different about this painting right away. Clearly, she's an expert too," Kenna said.
Scarlett smiled shyly. Finnian chimed in, "She's always loved your paintings, and she's also in design."
"Same field! Thanks for your support. We can exchange ideas more in the future." Kenna happily grabbed Scarlett's hand.
"I can't compare to you. You're a true artist, I'm just a designer."
"Designers are artists too."
The two seemed to hit it off immediately, while Finnian became a bystander, standing to the side listening to them talk.
Before long, Kenna was called away. Before leaving, she specifically told them to wait for her after viewing the exhibition, then left.
Scarlett and Finnian continued looking around. As they walked, Scarlett said quietly, "Finnian, you really kept this under wraps. Kenna is your aunt, and you kept it so secret."
Finnian smiled coolly, "I didn't have a chance to mention it. Now that I have the chance, I'm telling you."
With Finnian's personality, he naturally wouldn't randomly mention that Kenna was his aunt.
Soon after, Scarlett's phone in her bag started vibrating. Before coming to the exhibition, she had switched her phone to vibrate mode to avoid disturbing others during the viewing.
She pulled out her vibrating phone, glanced at it, and saw it was a video call from Ambrose. She frowned but still turned to look at Finnian beside her.
"Finnian, I'm going to take a call."
After explaining, she walked out of the exhibition hall with her phone and went to a secluded corner to answer.
As soon as she answered, Yara's face appeared on the screen, followed by a sweet voice calling out, "Mommy!"
"Yara." Scarlett smiled when she saw Yara's face.
"Mommy, I miss you so much. When are you coming back?"
"Mommy misses you too, but I won't be back for another two or three days. Are you having fun at Hayden's house?" Scarlett asked.
"It's fun, but it would be even more fun if you were here."
Yara's sweet words made Scarlett's heart warm. Just then, Hayden's face also appeared on the screen, looking at the camera.
Seeing Hayden, Scarlett was a bit stunned but still greeted him, "Hayden."
"When exactly are you coming back?" Hayden asked right away.
"I can't say for sure."
Scarlett chatted with the two little ones for a few more sentences, then ended the call using work as an excuse.
After hanging up, Scarlett took a deep breath, then walked back into the exhibition hall.
On Yara's end, after hanging up, she handed the phone to Ambrose and looked up at him, "Ambrose, Mommy is busy right now."
Ambrose took the phone and patted Yara's head, "You two play nicely with the Lego we bought last night. I'm going out for a bit."
After settling the two children, Ambrose turned and left.
He had been watching from the side earlier and naturally noticed Scarlett's surroundings in the video. The background showed what looked like a museum—she had gone to see the art exhibition with Finnian.
He drove away from Silver Oak Heights toward the museum. Halfway there, Chase called.
"Mr. Boleyn, the test results are in. Yara and Ulysses have no blood relation."
Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief. Good, it wasn't Ulysses.
Then who was it?
"Mr. Boleyn, if it's not Ulysses, things aren't so complicated. We can check all the men who went to that floor that night, and we'll eventually find out."
Ambrose remembered what Scarlett had said last night and said, "Stop investigating this."
Chase was surprised, "Why?"
"She doesn't want to investigate. Since it's not Ulysses, let's not look into it anymore."
After giving instructions, Ambrose hung up. The car headed straight for the museum. When Ambrose arrived at the museum, only Scarlett was viewing the exhibition. He walked over.
"See any paintings you like?"
Hearing the voice, Scarlett turned around. Seeing who it was, she frowned and asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a guest," Ambrose said.
On the way, he had asked Ryder who was holding the art exhibition at the museum. Ryder told him and mentioned that Kenna had invited him, but he had declined to attend.
So he had just picked up that guest status again.
Scarlett wasn't surprised. With Ambrose's status, being invited was normal. It was just annoying—she kept running into him wherever she went.
"Then you look at yours, I'll look at mine," she said.
Ambrose didn't respond to that. Instead, he followed beside her and asked, "In your opinion, which painting in this exhibition hall is most worth collecting?"