Chapter 772


    At that moment, Jennifer suddenly had a thought and couldn''t help asking, "Be, you''re not Labe,


    are you?"


    At her words, Arabe felt all eyes turn to her.


    "The handwriting on the blessing you wrote for George is just like Labe''s." Jennifer knew her pretty


    daughter-inw had a lot of aliases, and she could ept even one more.


    Now, her eyes were filled with anticipation and a little certainty.


    "What blessing?" Phillip and Shirley were puzzled, not knowing what Jennifer was talking about.


    "It wasst night. Be wrote a blessing for George and signed it."


    Jennifer exined, then nudged George with her elbow and raised an eyebrow. "Isn''t that right?"


    "Yes." George immediately pulled out his notebook for everyone to see.


    The author was Mirabelle.


    The handwriting was graceful and imposing.


    Romeo, who had seen thisdy''s writing in private, could confirm that these characters were penned by


    her.


    But she was Labe.


    He hadn''t expected that.


    "Really?" Jennifer looked at Arabe expectantly.


    Knowing she couldn''t keep her alias a secret any longer, Arabe could only nod in admission.


    Seeing this, Jennifer was even more delighted. "I knew she was Labe! I really guessed it right!"


    George couldn''t believe that the calligraphy master Labe, whom he had always admired, was his


    own daughter-inw.


    A strong feeling of joy and shock surged in his heart.


    "The prescription Be wrotest night, and this blessing, whether it''s the size of the characters or the


    strength of the strokes, they''re all the same as Labe''s, I really guessed it right."


    Jennifer was both happy and surprised, wondering how this little girl had managed to cultivate so many


    skills, any one of which could be praised.


    "I also like Labe''s writing, but I never thought Labe would be Be.’ Phillip was surprised and burst


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    intoughter. This coincidence was really amazing.


    "These characters are written so well." Shirley generously praised, "Be, you''re really outstanding,


    truly excellent."


    "George, you said you were going away for a few days, so why don''t I keep these six works for you? It


    would be such a pity if they got damaged.’ Phillip started to eye his son''s gift.


    George quickly hugged the six original works of Labe in his arms and smiled calmly. "Dad, don''t


    worry, I already have a ce in mind for these six works."


    "They''ll get dusty if you hang them up; better keep them in my safe; it''s both safer and cleaner."


    "Dad, I have a safe too."


    "You can''t always be guarding the safe. Unlike me, I can open it and look every day. What if they get


    stolen? I think Be''s works would be best kept with me."


    George was frustrated and could only turn to Shirley with a pleading look.


    Shirley gave her husband a reproachful look andughed. "This is a gift from your daughter-inw to


    your son; what are you thinking! Didn''t Be also give you a gift?"


    "Be gave me medicine for strengthening the body, which is different from calligraphy works." Phillip


    was still looking hopefully at the calligraphy in his son''s hands.


    "You don''t want those body-strengthening medicines? Then give them to me." George reached out to


    take them.


    Phillip quickly hugged the medicine in his arms. "When did I say I didn''t want them?"